I saw the movie at a theater. I went out with friends and mistakingly bought tickets for it. It was excruciating. If the pace had been any slower, it would have played in reverse. I had seen plenty of German and French movies; suddenly they all seemed like Hollywood action blockbusters. The piling of stereotype upon stereotype, of political clichés and populist propaganda was suffocating. This will sound sarcastic, but the absolutely best part of the film was the funeral procession; almost the whole of Chopin's Funeral March was played. The change of pace made me almost dizzy. It was the final proof that States should never merge art and political agendas. In retrospective, we had fun: it's been more than two decades and we still cheer "We did it for Poland!" at friends reunions.
Review of Death of a President
