Reviewed by Glenn Erickson
For cinema lovers, Image Entertainment's release of Dekalog on DVD has to be the most important disc of the year. Krzysztof Kieslowski was one of the most popular art film directors of the 90's, and his ten-hour miniseries, originally produced for Polish televison, is one of the most desirable hard-to-see titles of the decade. Two of the episodes were extended to feature length and released on their own. Both those and Kieslowski's last four films, The Double Life of Veronique, and the 'Colors" trilogy have been readily available on tape and laserdisc. But not Dekalog. Earlier this year an NTSC vhs set was made barely available if you prowled the web, but before then Dekalog could only be seen in infrequent museum showings ... and sitting through ten hours of dramas in two five-hour stints was not an attractive idea.
Okay, so what is this Dekalog, anyway? And what distinguishes it from the dozens of other movies that glassy-eyed film aesthetes will soberly tell you, is the greatest film ever made, when you never heard of the director?
The most useful quote is from Stanley Kubrick, whose plug is on the Dekalog box. In his book Eyes Wide Open, Frederick Raphael reported that, while discussing Eyes Wide Shut, Kubrick said the Dekalog was the best thing he'd seen in years ... and he wished he had made it himself.
Kieslowski's mini-series is unlike anything Stanley Kubrick has made. Or anyone else, for that matter.
Dekalog is (are?) ten modest one-hour dramatic shows, each of which uses an intimate human drama or crisis to illustrate one of the Ten Commandments. Illustrate is not the right word; I purposely watched the shows without reading anything about them beforehand, and in some cases found it very hard to guess which Commandment went with which episode. Inside the shows, the references are fairly well hidden. No Commandments are mentioned in the onscreen titles. But Polish viewers were probably informed which Commandment was being dramatized because everything I have read about Dekalog discusses them openly.
Although some of the characters acknowledge concern about the role of God in their problems, the shows are definitely not about religion per se. Neither is there a wrap-up moral at the end of each episode. The subjects touched on are familiar ones: infidelity, jealousy, capital punishment, abortion, voyeurism, obsession, even incest. The focus in each case is on the individuals involved, not the issue, which is usually left an open question.
The shows examine interpersonal problems that evoke moral and ethical dilemmas. For basic honesty, these problems seem light-years beyond those posed in American Movies of the Week (or Academy Award winning Hollywood films, for that matter). Some set up highly dramatic situations, others are resolved without the participants breaking a sweat ... on the outside.
If someone starts telling you the plot of a Dekalog episode, cover your ears and run. Savant scrupulously avoided reading plot summaries and am very glad I did not .... which is why story synopses do not appear here.
Only a couple of the shows betray anything remotely resembling standard drama format. Some don't even begin or end at predictable points. The people in each episode grab your attention immediately; as you try to understand their problems, concern for them builds quickly. The level of acting here is phenomenal, even the children on view are extremely well-chosen. Since everyone is an unfamiliar human face (at least to we here in the States), the feeling of becoming intimately involved with real people is unusually strong. The reaction is not, 'Gee, those actors are really good," but instead, " I know these people." Which is presumably the aim of drama in the first place. At least seven out of ten episodes transported this reviewer all the way to that goal.
All of the stories take place in and around a particularly drab Warsaw housing complex, but, although characters from one episode can occasionally be glimpsed in another, each show is self-contained. When a familiar face wanders into a later scene (usually at the elevators), you practically jump out of your chair ... and realize how much you care about them. You know you are watching good drama when 'characters in someone's script' take on living properties. And then there is that one mysterious person who is never a main character but keeps appearing in the strangest ... well, that's too much said already.
The key may be in Dekalog 8, where the situation of Dekalog 2 is suddenly recapped, as a real story everyone in Warsaw has apparently read about. In evaluating the story, a professor urges students to see it through the eyes of the participants, as they are individuals, not just 'types' - the doctor, the wife, the husband, the lover. The strength of Dekalog is that it does just this; its people are so vividly particularized. This is not arthouse reality ... characters don't stand around in artful compositions, the director expressing themes with visuals more powerful than the actors. This isn't Minnelli or Antonioni or even Bergman (who comes off as thickly mannered compared to Kieslowski).
The short length of each story seems just long enough to develop a simple idea. How many movies that you are 'supposed to see,' have you avoided because their subject matter just never interested you enough to invest the time and effort to see them? 1 Savant often ends up watching only part of a movie, until work or sleep or something else breaks it up. No problem with that here. Val Lewton had the right idea with his seventy-minute features.
The Dekalog is not cinema - verite. The episodes are very definitely Written and Directed .... little tangential observances are constantly happening, that comment on the story being told. A few are crude (an impotent man using the gas pump at a service station), but most pass before you realize their full pertinence. For example, at one point an intense classroom discussion on human decency is interrupted by the entrance of a doddering, mentally-impaired person, who is brusquely shown the door and hustled outside. Then the class goes back to its 'sensitive' work. Writers Kieslowski and Piesiewicz also use symbols ... but only when the characters notice them too. When one woman sees a man carrying a (ah-ah, no spoilers), just like she had seen at an earlier moment of crisis, she herself is struck by the the apparent 'meaning' of the moment. And isn't that man unusually familiar from the previous episodes, where he also walked through at the strangest times? Although ordinary exposition sneaks in from time to time, we most often discover the backgrounds of the characters through interpersonal clues and hints. This works perfectly, as it is the same method by which we judge and understand the people we meet and observe in our daily lives.
Pan Kieslowski and Piesiewicz 's style steers a very adept course between art cinema and soap opera. Some of the episodes are quite different-looking. A story taking place at Christmas time is very bright and slick. Another is drab and grainy. Another chapter is color-filtered in ugly yellows and greens, to strange effect, almost like Lars Von Trier's Breaking the Waves.
Since the stories are more interested in presenting human problems than in wrapping them up in neat resolutions, viewers needing everything spelled out for them might be disappointed. That doesn't mean empty endings or resolutions where people contemplate blank walls for minutes on end. These are all very accessible dramas. And, finally, because The Dekalog is from Poland and not PC-conscious Hollywood, there will be people who reject some of the tales because their 'messages' can be interpreted as conservative or old-fashioned. 2 None of the characters carries the burden of representing anything but their own consciousness ... none are perfect, and none conform to 'appropriate' stereotypes.
Not only different, but eye-openingly different
The world of Dekalog is Warsaw, where people seem to be getting along just as many do here, living in simple apartments, dealing with their lives in less than lavish surroundings. It is refreshing to see stories with characters not completely bound up by typical American problems - ambition, money, success. Hollywood has hard time when trying to tell stories that place the personal traumas of people above their economic status. The poor are usually treated with condescendsion. Rich people's problems seem minor compared to their lavish on-screen lifestyles, which many viewers resent. How do you get worked up for the problems of Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman, no matter what's happening to them? They'll just be on ET tomorrow, talking about how tough it is to be superstars.
The truth is that in most commercial films, the real subject is consumerism itself. Americans still go to see the big stars and they want to watch people save the world or strike a blow for freedom, not deal with problems like the mortgage. Effects and pace and sensation are the key elements now. I know intelligent people for whom the appeal of movies are the clothes and the hairstyles! No wonder Hollywood 'upscales' most of what it touches. 'Style' most often means a veneer of affluence. Nobody complains that everyone in Heat, even police detectives and bookstore clerk/wannabe graphic artists, lives in lavish hillside homes with plate glass panoramas of Los Angeles. No wonder everyone on Earth wants to come here. We're still selling a fantasy that doesn't wash, but that everyone wants to see. Even PBS has become so commercialized, it is more likely to import a sensational British teleseries, over something as low-key as The Dekalog.
So maybe the issue that makes Dekalog so honest is money. This show comes off as so simple and basic ... there's nothing to make into a network promo, no nudity, no violence, no cheap thrills. There's nothing to Sell as we know how to sell it.3
Since Dekalog is so humbly unique, so different from anything Savant has seen before, it isn't the kind of show to recommend to everyone. And one's reaction to it is bound to be too personal for me to tell anyone how they are going to react. All I know for sure is that each hour of viewing in our house has been followed by at least ten minutes of intense discussion, of both the shows and the issues raised therein ... for Savant and family, these shows were a revelation.
Image's release of The Decalogue is a beauty. Two discs fit in a very handsome box containing twin snapper cases. They reduce what would have ended up on a (probably) $200 laser disc set down to a very compact package. The transfers are excellent, so good that it is never apparent that the shows were shot on 16mm. The only element wear on view is not actually a flaw, but the curious rectangular-shaped changeover marks that pop up every twenty minutes. Savant is given to understand that the availability of the The Decalogue box is limited, and it will not be a permanent Image catalog title.
DVD is by far the best way to see Dekalog. Conceived for television, the shows were never meant for what must have been grueling marathon theater sittings. They don't have to be watched in any order either.
It was Savant's personal choice to avoid reading the box text, which gives too much information, including a teaser description of each show's premise. The only unfortunate choice with the disc presentation is that the menus to initiate each episode show with onscreen chapter titles, that you must consciously avoid looking at to keep surprises from being ruined - this is really regrettable. Otherwise the package gets top marks across the board.
On a scale of Excellent, Good, Fair, and Poor, The Decalogue rates:
1 Most of the real classics Savant has seen, he was forcefed in college. I'm glad they foisted Diary of a Country Priest on me, but didn't go out of my way to catch every Rohmer or Clement or Rossellini ever made. I always used to have the excuse of pre-video unavailability to justify not seeking out Ozus and Bressons and the like. Now I have to admit I don't want to see everything. When these titles came out on laser, I rented stuff like Master of the World instead. With no apologies. To each his own.
2 Like the people who condemned Atame! (Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down) for being about a woman kidnapped and raped, who subsequently falls in love with her captor. As un-PC as it is, it does deal with a culturally suppressed fact - some people seem to need to be dominated by others. Why else would so many women, cultural and religious motives aside, stay married to abusive husbands?
3 I'm suddenly aware that I chose images for the page too quickly ... the 'nudity' in the first overstates the erotic content of the series ... and the situation in the second is not at all typical ... well, no single image can represent the series well anyway. Perhaps it was a subliminal attempt to hype the disc, as I do when I cut movie promos. Savant is just another flawed type at odds with personal Commandments, I suppose.
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