director Andrzej Wajda
Ashes and Diamonds has been on my personal watchlist for a long, long time. But weirdly, after finally watching it, I was struck that I had indeed seen it before, probably when I was living in England in the mid-90’s, on a tiny little telly. It was when I was first getting introduced to the broader reaches and general canon of World Cinema.
Still, it strikes me as odd that I’d totally forgotten that I’d seen a film considered one of the greats of Polish cinema.
It was a couple of scenes, late in the film, dramatic shots of the hotel lobby, streaming with light from an open door, the climactic explosion of the fireworks at the moment of murder, and the final sequence of death and dancing.
Like a dream memory, long forgotten and re-awoken. Weird.