Schindler’s List
Director: Steven Spielberg
Cast: Liam Neeson, Ben Kingsley, Ralph Fiennes, Caroline Goodall
The silver screen is a powerful medium for the transmission of emotions. I say this in full knowledge of the triteness of the statement, and its utter lack of original appeal as a result. Because it’s as true as hackneyed clichés get. Watching a movie can do things to you, it can change your mood, it can inspire you, it can have you going away feeling that humanity might have a hope in the world after all… or it might just leave you shaken and insecure. Now, what does one do when one comes across a movie that does all of the above, and more? A movie that transcends every barrier, a movie that goes beyond the established means, medians and modes of filmmaking, a movie that is not merely unforgettable, but revolutionary (in more ways thane one) and indelible? One eulogises, is what one does. And such a movie one found, when one sat down to watch
When one speaks of “epic” in terms of movies, there are names that spring quite chirpily (sometimes cumbersomely as well) to mind: Gone With the Wind,
It’s well known (once again) that the best movies are those that involve the viewer. And I haven’t seen a movie yet that can so much as compete with Schindler’s List in this sphere… it is an emotional drama that simultaneously plays on multiple themes: of power and its misuse, of compassion, inhumanity and forgiveness, of dissolution and regret, and ultimately, of the value of life. An important facet of this movie, and indisputably a core factor in the deliverance of its humane messages, is Spielberg’s resolute use of graphic cinematography… remorseless killings, incinerations and exhumations are shown unflinchingly (though the violence cannot be classified as gore, it is of a more implicit nature), and nudity is not a vehicle for titillation to Spielberg, it is a tool for the projection of Jew desolation and helplessness and German atrocity.
Interestingly, the aforementioned humane messages describe a steady progression as the movie progresses, from a sort of lurking-in-the-background motif to a conspicuous centrepiece of the film. We see Schindler progressing from mere cupidity, saturnalias and bedroom philandering to a solicitous and cunning proponent of Jew amelioration, yet retaining his enigmatic charisma throughout. He is heavily influenced by his Jew accountant,
The question thus arises: isn’t Schindler’s association with Goeth incongruous with his (Schindler’s) personality? Indeed, prima facie. But this relationship is seen as motive-driven right from the start, and the motives begin to diversify, to the point where Schindler is, in fact, seen consciously taking advantage of Goeth’s dipsomania to drop pithy words on the importance of power and the values of forgiveness (yep, the Themes). However, this is almost going into spoiler territory, so it would be better to concentrate on the remaining themes.
Schindler’s List was directed in 1993. Way into colour film era. So possibly the single most noticeable aspect of the film is its black-and-white-ness, in keeping with
A number of features of Schindler’s List distinguish it from the plethora of texts and motion pictures exemplifying the horrors of the holocaust. The use of monochrome in itself takes the movie to an apical level of artistry. On another note, the projection of Oskar Schindler as no god-sent messiah, but a cunning, enigmatic individualist with ruggedly capitalist aspirations who almost reluctantly finds himself empathising with and condemning Jewish conditions through prolonged contact with them, is a toast to the transient humanity in us all, and at the same time, is a brilliant and successful attempt to involve the viewers in Schindler’s maturation. In a way, Schindlers List is Bildungsroman drama… the only disqualification being that Schindler is already a full-fledged adult when the movie begins.
Schindler’s List is a tribute to the power of histrionics. The ensemble acting is flawless, with