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May 09, 2006



I've been thinking about this film since before it came out. I had great hopes for it, but these were disappointed. Not entirely, because it's a very lovely film in some ways: it's just not Oliver Twist. I've come to focus on what this project meant to Polanski as a Polish Jew, forced as a boy to run from the Nazis, finding no one then who would take him in, drawn finally to the corrupting sophistication of one post-war capital or another. It seems to me a movie about his own survival, rather than about character, which was the key to Dickens's novel.

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