Wednesday, October 5, 2011


In “A Film Unfinished,” the Israeli director Yael Hersonski embarks on a critical analysis of “Das Ghetto” that is remarkable as much for its speculative restraint as for its philosophical reach. Moving methodically reel by reel and acknowledging the “many layers of reality,” the director creates a palimpsest of impressions from multiple, meticulously researched sources representing both victims and oppressors.

Though excerpts from a taped interview with Willy Wist, one of the cameramen who worked on “Das Ghetto,” are as evasive as one might expect, other witnesses did not hold back. Readings from personal diaries, like those of Adam Cherniakov, the head of the Jewish Council (whose apartment was used by the Nazis to stage several scenes), and from the minutely detailed reports of the ghetto commissioner Heinz Auerswald, provide vivid insight into the restrictions of daily life and the methods of the Nazi filmmakers.

Carefully pairing actual scenes with the journal descriptions, “A Film Unfinished” is really an exploration of watching — or, more precisely, of the difference between watching and seeing. Nowhere is this more evident than in the director’s decision to invite five survivors of the Warsaw Ghetto to view the original footage and to film their reactions.

“What if I see someone I know?” one woman asks, hardly daring to look. As the flickering atrocities play across the survivors’ faces — one film observing another — Ms. Hersonski silently creates space for memories. More than just valuable reality checks (“When did you ever see a flower? We would have eaten a flower!”), these recollections anchor the past to the present, and the images to human experience, in a way that shifts our perception of the Warsaw film. Whether cringing at the sight of naked men and women being forced at gunpoint into a ritual bath, or contemptuously dismissing the Nazis’ efforts to highlight Jewish privilege (“My mother wore her beautiful coat, and sometimes a hat. So what?”), the survivors seem to speak for those who cannot.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

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Hello, My name is Jacob Edwards. I was born in Kansas City, MO on December 6th, 1987. I lived in Independence my whole childhood, and graduated from William Chrisman Highschool in 2006. Since graduating from higschool, i have yet to really settle down. I worked three jobs for a year, then went to school in Arkansas, then lived and worked in Springfield for a year, then moved back to Kansas City, where I worked and went back to school. Now im back in Springfield, closing in on finally getting my associates and hopefully I am on the fast track to being done with school. I work full time as a barista at starbucks, transferring from my store in Kansas City. Most of my free time is spent either playing or watching sports. Being from Kansas City, I am a proud fan of both the Royals and the Chiefs. Weirdly enough, I also am a fan of the Boston Celtics ( I was a fan when they sucked), the reason being is that I ment Paul Pierce at a basketball camp when I was in the fourth grade. I enjoy reading, mostly long, dramas ( Jon Grisham), but also enjoy comedies. My favorite past times are driving by myself for long distances, and going to the movies alone. The reason being is that I dont tend to get a lot of free time, so when I do, i make it enjoyable (thats what she said.) My favorite TV show is ghost adventures, not so much because I believe in ghosts or anything, but because the guys on that show are crazy. Who else whishes there was a word counter? I went to Puerto Vallarto, Mexico this summer for my best friends wedding. It was the coolest thing that I have ever done, the hotel was right on the beach, we zip lined threw the jungle, swam with dolphins and sealions. Pretty neat. On the way back, our flight in Phoenix was delayed because the front window on the plane just fell off. My favorite part about that is that we could see them fix it, and all they did was put what appeared to be some sort of glue on the window, then stuck the glass back on, then BAM, good to go. The picture is me at some dance my senior year of Highschool ('06). Is this enough?