Tatarak
- Year:
- 2009
- 85 min
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Present a new film by
Andrzej Wajda
SWEET RUSH:
based on a novel by
Jaroslaw Iwaszkiewicz
and Sandor Marai "Unexpected Call"
and Krystyna Janda "Last Notes"
as "Mrs Marta"
Starring
Editor
Costume designer
Makeup
Make-up for Mrs Marta
Sound
Art director
Cast and production manager
Producer
Composer
Director of Photography
Screenplay and director
We were supposed
to shoot this film last year.
Somewhere in Poland.
Where there's a river, a
bridge, a landing stage.
to tell him I couldn't do it.
That I had to be in Warsaw.
Actually, I thought back then
we could still do it somewhere close.
I didn't know what was ahead of us.
I remember the twitch in Andrzej's face
when I told him about Edward's chemo.
That I couldn't leave him just then,
that he was sick.
He said it's OK, that he understands,
that he'll play it by ear
they'll look for a location
somewhere close.
Come to think of it, it wouldn't
have been possible at all.
I didn't realize...
...how intense
I didn't believe things would turn bad,
then get worse.
Doctors said:
"Try to live your life as usual."
He didn't have the energy.
He couldn't walk.
I kept taking photos.
Just in case.
He let me,
he was even pleased.
profession affects the way you think.
Cameraman.
He knew how much it matters
to seize the expression,
the image,
the moment.
I often took photographs
of him when he was asleep.
He would always wake up after a while
and smile at me ironically.
I don't know what I felt back then.
I wasn't filled with panic.
Calm.
I took him to his brain CT-scan.
And in his brain there were just those
three grains of sand, not more.
Nothing else.
And they aren't changing,
aren't getting any bigger.
Nothing is changing.
He shows no more mets.
Or maybe these aren't even mets.
We laughed a lot.
I came up with redecoration.
We painted the rooms.
I photographed him in empty rooms.
When I was driving him home,
from chemo,
he had to pee about
ten times on the way.
He would stop wherever and pee.
I took photos of him
through the car windows.
Now I look at these pictures
all the time.
They are like a treasure to me now.
I haven't cancelled his mobile
number. I pay the subscription fee and
I've kept it for myself.
Sometimes I call him.
There's this message
he recorded by himself.
Sometimes I leave a message.
About anything.
About any problem and he
always knew how to rescue me.
The phone's still there,
waiting,
anyone can call.
"SWEET RUSH"
- From the beginning?
- That's right.
- That's the most important part.
- The most beautiful one.
Sweet rush has two kinds of fragrance.
When rubbed between two fingers,
its green ribbon, wrinkled in places...
Wrinkled on this side. That's right.
...gives off a smell,
a faint scent of water shadowed
by birch trees, as Slowacki says.
Yet, when one crushes its blade,
when one buries the nose in its groove,
lined as if with cotton wool,
apart from the fragrance of incense,
one will detect the smell of muddy loam,
rotting fish scales,
mud,
the aroma of death.
That fragrance
at the beginning of my life
blended with an image
of a violent death.
Marta lost her two sons during the German
occupation and she is
now extremely lonely.
Her husband, terribly busy.
Aside from working at the hospital,
he is also running an enormous surgery
for the townsfolk. Marta is very
much affected by her solitude.
It must be added, however,
She never gives voice to her feelings.
She looks after the house diligently.
Receives phone calls, makes appointments
for patients and does her best
so that the weary doctor could
return to a house in order, peace.
Tatarak, take one.
Take a seat.
- Do you have the results?
- Yes, here they are.
Excuse me.
Something's wrong?
No. Why?
You look pale.
No. Maybe I just didn't
sleep well last night.
I'll have to examine you.
And don't even try to resist.
Are you in pain?
No, I'm not in pain.
I just don't feel well.
- Have you lost weight?
- Yes, I have.
How much?
Six kilos.
- Since when?
X-ray.
Thank you.
- Here.
- Thank you.
And that?
How long have you had that?
It's been two weeks since I noticed.
- Why didn't you tell me?
- Because.
You've lost six kilos?
Maybe seven.
Breath in.
Hold your breath.
Good afternoon.
It's just a common cold.
You are a little weak.
I'm tired.
She may not live through the summer.
Are you going to tell her?
No.
Off you go.
Thank you for coming to see us...
Doctor, Doctor...
Next, please.
Why did you come?
I've grown old, I've changed.
You've come to see how Marta is doing?
Not at all... Why would you... Marta...
We've all changed, grown old.
You have too.
But so much time has passed.
Hard time.
Do any of our old acquaintances
keep in touch with you?
No, none. Whatsoever.
There was a time when they would call,
write. But now none whatsoever.
And not even one
of our old female friends?
Listen, is it true that,
after her last visit,
around Warsaw that there's
this Ibsenesque atmosphere in our house.
No, no, I haven't
heard anything of that kind.
Look.
That's the only thing they've
rebuilt after the war. That stage.
As if they knew people need a place
of entertainment to enjoy themselves.
That's the most important
thing right now.
But people need to enjoy themselves.
They want to.
Or they'd go mad
after all that's happened.
Don't tell me you go to dances.
No. Not to dances.
All townsfolk come over here
to enjoy themselves.
One comes over here to parade
about and to observe others.
I come here too, sometimes.
Or the only world I'd know would be
that of my husband's and his patients'.
And this is where our youth
comes to play about.
Look how...
...how beautiful they are,
how robust.
What are they drinking?
Oh, this is liquid fruit,
the local pride, our speciality.
- Yes, please.
Wait a moment.
I do apologise, Madam.
But for Alina,
Janusz is in America,
Robert and Zbyszek in London.
Robert doesn't even think to come back.
He's afraid.
He says he'll come when the system
changes. And it'll never change.
So he'll never come back.
That's good.
Juice.
- It's just juice.
- Well, yes. And what did you think?
They'd probably like something stronger,
but they don't have any money.
- Do you know these people?
- Yes.
It's a small town. We know one another,
well... by sight.
Zbyszek's going to come.
His wife's English.
He'll come with her so I hope
they'll let him go back.
He's got two girls.
He works at the airport in London.
It's an easy job. He's a ground officer.
You may remember Janusz the best.
Remember when Janusz, on his own,
brought a tree for Christmas?
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