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On the Beautiful Pain of Saying Nothing: Desire, Silence, and Visual Inheritance in Pawlikowski’s Cold War and Antonioni’s L’Eclisse

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“We’ve prevented saying certain issues. Why deliver them up now?” – L’Eclisse

“Two hearts, 4 eyes, Crying all day and all night time/
Darkish eyes, you cry as a result of you’ll be able to’t be collectively”
– Chilly Conflict, opening lyric to “Dwa Serduszka”/“Two Hearts”

Visible echoes: Prime: Peering over Vittoria’s shoulder (Monica Vitti) at her audience-of-one in L’Eclisse. Above: On stage with Zula (Joanna Kulig) earlier than the L’Eclipse nightclub audience in Cold Warfare.

Pawel Pawlikowski’s Chilly Warfare: Zimna wojna (2018) is a near-silent film in gesture, motion, and music, uncommon phrases exchanged between lovers who wrestle with the restrictions of language and the tortured rhythms of our bodies coming together and falling apart. Communist-era Polish historical past, European architecture, and the visible legacy of Pawlikowski’s Italian New Wave godfather, Michelangelo Antonioni, also loom giant inside the exquisite sighs and strivings of Chilly Warfare. In moody black-and-white cinematography that echoes Antonioni’s “trilogy of decadence” and most especially its third movie, L’Eclisse (1962), characters are trapped within shadows of deserted church buildings and barbed-wire fences, straightjacketed by want and its disappointments, caught in ideological crosshairs and stared down by forces beyond their control. In that geopolitical and affective area between East and West, rural Poland and Paris, palpable bodies fuse with silhouetted goals of one other world, another approach.

Cold Struggle protagonists Zula (Joanna Kulig) and Wiktor (Tomasz Kot) wear ache and risk in every glance, each sigh heavy with silent longing, fueled by the affective language of dwelling behind – and dreaming beyond – the Iron Curtain. Past character and embedded in each establishing shot of landscape and interior misè-en-scene, one can feel Antonioni’s visible encounter with painful modernity (what Stephen Holden calls a “refined pressure of existential melancholy”) resurrected in every superbly painted body of Cold Struggle. Wiktor and Joanna’s courtship is about in motion via scenes through which dialogue takes a again seat to melancholic panorama and the intimate play of glances across crowded rooms. As expectant lovers, they linger in unstated exchanges in back rooms, hallways, and sun-drenched wheat fields. As musicians, they carry out resurrected Polish people songs and mingle at concert receptions, Stalin banners aloft as a menacing reminder of ideological engines whirring in the background, the threat of violence peripheral yet approaching. In these early scenes, before they’ve endured brutal emotional and political-historical gauntlets (separations, border crossings, the Gulag), want is an affliction and intimacy is experienced at a distance. On the visible body, they’re not often seen wanting immediately at one another – a minimum of not in the identical frame – and sometimes captured wanting separate ways.

Splendor and isolation in the grass. Prime: Cold Warfare lovers Zula (Joanna Kulig) and Wiktor (Tomasz Kot). Above: Vittoria (Monica Vitti) and Piero (Alain Delon) in L’Eclisse.

In Zula’s audition and rehearsals, Wiktor sits expectant behind a weathered piano as Joanna stands earlier than him; each refuses to relinquish control to the opposite, and their respective glances appear in subsequent frames, eye contact thwarted by means of strategic cinematography and modifying. Highlighting these visible decisions, each characters refuse to be typecast: Zula’s eyes are too experienced and she or he’s survived an excessive amount of already (“He mistook me for my mom so I used a knife to point out him the difference”) to be these of an ingénue; Wiktor is neither type nor merciless, a tuxedoed conductor who’s underneath the thumb of communist functionaries. Both are guarded of their tentative strivings for connection, which frequently sparks miscommunication or outright conflict, and their preliminary sparring is a wrestle that morphs but doesn’t fade as the film progresses. L’Eclisse is fueled by an analogous push-and-pull rhythm between its central lovers, Vittoria (Monica Vitti) and Piero (Alain Delon): every moment of coming collectively anticipates their eventual parting, and accentuates the space between two human bodies, the profound unknowability of anybody. In each films, the central pairings share ambivalence – a simultaneous hesitation and magnetic pull toward each other – and each character is each predatory and weak, amid growing consciousness of how fragile human connection is within the age of atomic bombs and border walls.

Immediately before Zula and Wiktor cross the road of 180 levels and enter their first embrace, Pawlikowski presents an Antonioni-like pairing of photographs: every gazes on the different in extensive photographs that linger. Their illuminated faces inside a sea of anonymous bodies recollects the second when Vittoria and Piero set eyes on one another in the teeming inventory trade early in L’Eclisse. For both administrators, to be seen is to be desired, to grow to be singular, step one towards being condemned into love. Bodily connection and emotional communion happen in stolen moments, away from other eyes, outdoors the reach of Church, State, Household. Zula and Wiktor meet in hallways, open fields, darkened streets; Vittoria and Piero come collectively in empty parks, flats, and development websites, by no means as soon as setting eyes on postcard Rome. Shut-up photographs on their faces are fraught, typically divided by imaginary or actual strains of separation. The lovers of L’Eclisse kiss by means of windowpanes, lips separated by glass; Antonioni underscores the pervasive alienation that retains them at odds, even when inches apart. Courtship is a tortured dance of ambivalence and want, enacted by means of long glances between lovers who can’t determine whether or not love will probably be their salvation or their undoing – or both.

Want, up shut and private. Prime: Cold Conflict’s Zula and Wiktor share the display. Above: L’Eclisse’s Vittoria and Piero mediated by way of the windowpane.

In Pawlikowski and Antonioni’s moody cinematic goals, both set within the early 1960s, each beginning has its closing shot already embedded: when characters first meet and embrace, there’s unhappiness in anticipation of their inevitable parting. Each kiss is a preemptive goodbye for Zula and Wiktor – and their forbears (yet contemporaries in historic time) Vittoria and Piero. Pawlikowski and cinematographer Łukasz Żal paint Cold Warfare in black-and-white, and much more than their previous collaboration, Ida (2013), the film resurrects Antonioni’s visual language of lingering in the lovely hauntings of panorama: establishing photographs of timber and grasses blowing within the breeze; darkened interiors with home windows that present the potential for escape to different lives; places the place characters emerge and fade in painful encounters within their mid-century misè-en-scene.

Push-and-pull of lovers and the aesthetics of strolling away. Prime: Wiktor fades into the vanishing point in Chilly Conflict. Above: Vittoria turns from Piero in L’Eclisse.

We stand behind abandoned lovers, peering over shoulders as their objects of want disappear into exquisitely framed vanishing factors. We watch faces ponder goodbyes as they anticipate their remaining separation (the demise of affection, and in Chilly Conflict, additionally physical demise). We comply with the sluggish, patient eye of the auteur that lingers in architectural area lengthy after characters depart the frame, as if the emotional residue of what has transpired envelops every lamppost and beam with an unquenchable longing. Each object is heavy and vibrating with what’s past – the tree-lined streets where they walked and witnessed small unremarkable movements of every day life, the chairs they slouched and cried upon – as if each blade of grass they once touched can still really feel their respiration, their sighs, their pain.

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“I Feel Like I’m in a Overseas Country”: Is You Is, or Is You Ain’t My Baby from Poland to Paris

Piero: I really feel like I’m abroad.
Vittoria: Humorous. That’s how I feel around you.” – L’Eclisse

After failed plans to cross borders collectively in Berlin and the previous Yugoslavia, Wiktor and Zula finally reunite in 1957 Paris. Here the mise-en-scène of Chilly Struggle shifts from Polish music halls and church buildings to Left Financial institution jazz clubs, midnight riverboats down the Seine, and a spare attic garret with exquisite shafts of sunshine and modernist strains. Transposed into the important thing of Paris, their love story strives to deliver La Vie Bohème to life: Wiktor sweats jazz into piano keys (with more physicality and unhappiness than permitted in earlier scenes of folks efficiency), and Joanna turns irresistible chanteuse, sensuality now a part of her act. Contained in the jazz club, a neon signal broadcasts its identify as L’ECLIPSE (the French translation of L’Eclisse); this naming offers probably the most overt reference to Antonioni’s movie, as each visible influence and structure-of-feeling for the emotional-political eclipses of Cold Struggle.

Visions of fragile love in the atomic age. Prime: Vittoria overshadowed by mushroom cloud towers within the Mussolini-conceived EUR district of Rome. Above: Zula performs at membership L’Eclipse.

As particular person human scale is eclipsed by trendy architectures of discipline, know-how, and ideology, Wiktor and Zula additionally inhabit prisons of their very own creation: emotional isolation, existential alienation, and a pervasive unhappiness that descends upon Cold Conflict and takes days to shake off. Like Vittoria in the shadow of the looming industrial towers on the outset of L’Eclisse (shot on location in Mussolini’s architectural-ideological brainchild, the EUR district of Rome), once transposed into the important thing of Paris, Chilly Warfare enters an urban panorama alive with exciting and terrifying risk. The romantic-creative dream and self-conscious cliché of their Parisian garret days quickly becomes a jail of harsh diagonals and fork-tongued combat, a counterpoint to the town’s moody streetlamps and swirls of nightclub smoke. Their fantasy of erotic escape downshifts into an impasse of miscommunication, artistic egos, and jealous rages; a sadomasochistic dance of worry and judgment; a portrait of communist-era lovers who’ve internalized an ideological script that artistic freedom and self-determination are out of reach. Cold Conflict is a mug shot and a love letter to Poland earlier than the revolutions of ’68, and to all of the lovers who wept and died (and Pawlikowski’s mother and father, the inspiration for Cold Warfare, who survived).

Characters kiss and fall in lust, though most of the time, they’re at visible odds – wanting away from each other and away from us, backs to one another and the audience. The female leads and affective centers, Monica Vitti’s Vittoria and Joanna Kulig’s Zula, have extra in widespread than an on-screen physicality matched by unspoken vulnerability (and a preternatural potential to make a easy black gown feel illuminated, woven with life). They portray characters whose self-assertions are concurrently moments of self-sabotage; Vittoria and Zula are ladies undone by their looking, their frequent bouts of self-doubt, their ambivalence in a world where unequivocal commitment to Dogma, Household, and Residence has been the rule.

The ache of wanting, of needing, is the cinematic motor. “I want I didn’t love you. Or that I liked you far more,” Vittoria tells Piero, as much a confession as an accusation. It’s a moment that could possibly be in Cold Warfare, particularly as Zula and Wiktor’s tentative musical collaborations and artistic differences exacerbate their growing emotional impasse. We study that love could be an affliction, a dream which will by no means be sufficient, too weak within the face of pervasive methods of management. L’Eclisse incorporates entire sequences that emphasize the smallness of particular person stories, bodies caught in the shadows of fascist statues, flagpoles swaying in night time winds, flags looming gigantic towards darkish skies. In an trustworthy admission of their limitations, an acknowledgment of how an external world on the breaking point has bled into intimate spaces, Vittoria laments: “Right here, every thing’s so troublesome. Even love.”

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“A Fragile Peace”: Within the Finish Is a Starting

Prime: Italian newspaper L’Espresso opened to a centerfold, “LA PACE È DEBOLE”/A FRAGILE PEACE,” within the remaining scene of L’Eclisse. Above: Wiktor and Zula trade last vows in the matrimonial suicide of Cold Warfare.

The surface world conspires towards both sets of lovers, and although they expertise totally different on-screen fates, they equally fade from the body, replaced by landscape. Each directors consider within the long take, the stationary digital camera that retains seeing (and eager for more) after characters have ventured past the frame. Cold Warfare’s closing shot at a distant crossroads in Poland powerfully recollects L’Eclisse’s ultimate 8-minute silent symphony of anonymous pedestrians on the Roman intersection where a bus stop and development website converge. After aerial views of their respective crossroads, adopted by close-ups on quiet faces under, the solar actually units on each film. In these finales of coming and going, leaving (and within the case of Zula and Wiktor, dying) is reframed an act of love as a lot as loss, love, and demise as the twin crossroads that bookend the movie.

Cold Warfare (prime) and L’Eclisse (above) finish at a crossroads, eclipsing character, presenting indeterminate new paths.

At the close of Chilly Conflict, Zula and Wiktor swallow drugs in a matrimonial suicide, a personal ritual held at an abandoned church in the Polish woods, a website revisited and reclaimed from an early scene. Vows exchanged and fate determined, they then sit side-by-side at an empty bus cease amid the desolate but lovely landscape of a single tree amid waving grasses. In this exquisitely framed shot, the viewer enters a shifting portray, shades of Wyeth’s Christina’s World inserted into Bruegel’s Harvesters – or in cinematic area, the open plains of Terence Malick’s Days of Heaven reframed in black and white. They walk throughout the dust street and the digital camera shifts to their viewpoint, revealing the sweetness their weary eyes see: their last glimpse, the final shot. As an alternative of capturing individual glances exchanged in subsequent frames (the visible sample that sets the movie in movement and shapes a lot of Chilly Conflict), the digital camera’s framing of our lovers gaze is here exchanged for his or her view of the empty crossroads and swaying fields, as if landscape is all that is still. The film’s ultimate “phrase” is a silent point-of-view shot of rural Poland in winter, the misè-en-scene the place it all began, as character dissolves and panorama consumes all.

As on this closing frame of Cold Warfare, Vittoria and Piero famously don’t seem in the complete ultimate scene of L’Eclisse. In a quietly harrowing penultimate scene, amid guarantees to return to the intersection the place they meet every day, they are saying farewell in gestures extra highly effective than phrases: faces touching but refusing eye contact, each contemplating their inevitable parting. The Roman road where L’Eclisse then draws to its shut is bustling with nameless life-in-motion (pedestrians crossing, passengers at a bus cease, baby carriages, the rhythmic trotting of horses) although free of our protagonists, haunted by the afterimage of their our bodies entwined. These twin crossroads are where the lovers of L’Eclisse and Chilly Conflict fade and get subsumed by the anonymity of landscape.

“I never believed in all this folksy stuff,” says a communist intermediary in Cold Struggle. And yet that’s precisely what Pawlikowski and Antonioni dedicate these films to: representing the torment and wrestle of very specific individuals, tied to particular cultures on the verge of eclipse, catapulted into an anonymous modernity that cultivates silence but can’t thwart the will for interpersonal communion. Amid the characters’ painful longings and their anxious encounters with a shifting trendy Europe, these movies are quests for which means and transcendence past church, state, and family. On display and between bodies, we bear witness to black-and-white flashes of that amorphous and transformative thing referred to as love – and while love will not be these characters’ salvation, it lingers in moments of quiet cinematic beauty, haunts landscapes that persist past their particular person lives, and opens a window for their viewers into what others see and really feel.

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All photographs are screenshots from the movies’ respective DVDs.

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