If I had known how rewarding this book was going to be, I would have read it 2 months ago, when I bought it. I think I’ve seen it on the art shelf at Carturesti
for over a year, and every time I went there I asked myself whether to buy it or not. It was the only copy btw. Speaking of, it is a horrible edition (the Romanian one), ugly cover, poor paper; too bad a treatment for it. But it exists, and that’s great.
Well, it might sound like a cliché, but coming from a former communist country helped me understand Kieślowski better. Take the compulsory army enrolment for example. I’ve heard tens of stories about how young men avoided it, but none as funny – or rather scary and dangerous – as K’s. And then the censorship – every film, theater play, or piece of writing had to be approved by 'smart' people from different important committees. In her book [b:Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books|2886008|Reading Lolita in Tehran A Memoir in Books|Azar Nafisi|http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41k3JNz-34L._SL75_.jpg|903067], Azar Nafisi mentions that the person who approved what films the Iranians should watch was actually blind!
I wanted to justify my pleasure of reading directors autobiographies, but I won’t, eventually. I’ll only add that Kieślowski’s films are some of the most sensitive, deep and intuitive films I ever had the chance to watch, and if you stumble upon Trois couleurs (Bleu, Blanc, Rouge)
, The Double Life of Véronique
, or The Decalogue
, don’t miss them!
This ends the biographies of my favourite film directors’ quartet (Fellini, Bergman, Truffaut & Kieslowski). Their films have changed my view (and taste) on cinematography for the last 5 years. Unfortunately all of them are dead now, but there’s still a lot of their work to be seen.