March '68 (Marzec '68)

TELEWIZJA POLSKA S.A. PRESENTS

MARCH 1968

Life races now at breakneck speed

Pace of the day has changed indeed

A nosedive straight into new age

Straight into rage, into rampage

Body and soul need that rampage

Without it you're offstage!

Stop it! Stop it!

Listen, your knees... Pull your knees higher up.

Apart from that, look into his eyes. Don't look around.

And you, catch her to prevent her from falling.

Ms. Irenka, one more time.

Life races now at breakneck speed

Pace of the day has changed indeed

A nosedive straight into new age

Straight into rage, into rampage

Body and soul need that rampage

Without it you're offstage!

Big-beat, big-beat

Keeps our age upbeat!

I'm in hurry, Ms. Stasia!

Right away, darling!

- Are you crazy? - You could've been run over!

Do you have to follow me?

I don't. I just go in the same direction.

Besides, I think you owe me a debt of thanks.

- For what? - For saving your life.

Fine with me, you can buy me a coffee.

- I usually grow on people. - Dude, I'm in hurry!

Leave me alone!

I can't let anything bad happen to such a pretty girl.

What about that coffee? I'm stubborn. One of the many assets of mine.

What the heck? Are you blind?

- Excuse me, officer. - Your ID please, citizen.

- A college student? - Indeed!

Where are you studying?

University of Technology, it's all there.

A student who can't walk straight.

- I know. - Why are you clowning around in public?

Officer, I lost my head over a girl.

Here you are. Go.

Just mind your step!

- The Harp. - Come in, please.

- The Harp. - Come in, please.

I'm terribly sorry, my classes went long.

You're late, I can't let you enter the auditorium.

- What about... - Wait!

Ladies and gentlemen, we start in five minutes.

Mr. Gustaw, please proceed to stage.

Guślarz, Little Angel, and colleagues from the Harp Choir, please stand ready.

I've got something for you.

It's the director's edition.

ADAM MICKIEWICZ FOREFATHERS' EVE

For me?

Thank you so much!

Sit here and stay put, otherwise Dejmek will bite my head off!

Excuse me, can I have that water?

Take it.

Thank you very much.

I've told you a thousand times to keep your hands off that cape!

The show has started.

Oh Lord, have mercy on us!

Our Lady, have mercy on us!

Oh Lord, have mercy on us!

Oh Lord, have mercy on us!

Oh Lord, have mercy on us!

- Why so much of that religiosity? - That's only a folk styling.

I'm incarnated with my soul into my fatherland,

My body swallowed its soul,

Me and my fatherland are one.

My name is Million

because for millions I love and suffer whole.

I behold my poor fatherland

Like a son watches his father twisted on the wheel,

I sense suffering of the entire nation

Like a mother feels the pains of proliferation.

I suffer and rage, while you, clever and genteel

Always reign,

Always judge,

And they say, you never feign.

Listen!

What are you doing here?

If what I learned from fathers' faith coming to this world

that you love.

If you were loving, creating this world,

if you love the newborn like a father,

We never finished talking.

- Are you crazy? - Shh!

if your heart were in the number of beasts that you put on the arc and saved from flood

if that heart is not a monster...

You're silent!

I opened my heart to you profoundly

I beseech thou, give me power,

Its feeblest part could cover

the one with that vainglory won the world over.

How much happiness I could create with that tiny part?

You're silent!

If not for the heart, give it to my intellect!

You know, among men and angels first I stand

that I know you better than your archangels' band.

- I'm worth it - split your reign in half with me!

If I'm wrong, answer me!

You're silent, believing that you have the power.

Know, that feeling burns what the thought cannot devour.

See my burning emotion?

I feed it; I hold it to be sure it survives,

into my iron will I thrust it, a charge that from a cannon arrives.

Speak to me!

Or I take aim at your nature

if I won't turn it into a deep crater,

I'll shake your land, whether near or far.

My voice will reach your entire creation,

a voice that would reach every generation,

that you're not world's father...

but its Tsar!

Throttle him! Grab him!

Dejmek! Dejmek! Dejmek!

Dejmek! Dejmek! Dejmek! Dejmek!

- Could I...? - Not here.

Excuse me,

it's for my girlfriend. Please!

What have you told Dejmek?

Something.

How did you sneak in?

We'll talk about it over coffee.

Hanka!

Hi!

What do you think?

- Incredible, isn't it? - I still have goosebumps.

- They kept the pace until the end! - It was wonderful!

This is Janek.

- Hello. - Hello, Andrzej.

I think it's his best role.

How was the show, comrade colonel?

Wait.

Let's go to a party.

Come, they're waiting for us. The party is at Dziekanka.

Let's have some fun...

Drive.

Translating metaphorical poetry

- into a rationalist text - that's impossible!

He hasn't delivered it pompously, it's been...

So contemporary.

- A contemporary verse. - Exactly!

What's that? Show me!

Has Mickiewicz signed it too?

Look, that's Holoubek, Dejmek...

- And that is...? - That's Opaliński.

Your future colleagues.

- Do you think so? - This I'm certain of.

That Dejmek, still a member of the party, delivered such a blow to the Russians?

- On the anniversary of the revolution. - How could the censors let it pass?

What could they pick on? Everything's in the play.

Exactly, word for word.

And that Holoubek made it a bit more contemporary...

He had his bloody right to do it.

I wonder what the papers will say.

What? The usual stuff.

Dejmek is great, the show is a masterpiece.

They'll soften it up until it blows over.

Gentlemen, let's be clear about it:

no revolution has started in a theatre yet.

We'll see.

I didn't know, dear engineer, that you learn philosophy at your tech university.

I don't know what's your college like, dear artist,

but Koestler and Orwell are obligatory reading at ours.

I'll remember that.

Beware, those books could fry your circuits.

Come on, Ksawery, relax!

Alright dears, listen up! End of that blabber!

- We finally must swing a bit! - Yes!

Let's swing!

Attention please! Three, two, one, and go!

We're there.

Thanks for the evening.

Maybe we could repeat it one day.

Got a fiver?

- Ah... I have, I have. - Forgive me.

Thank you.

Thank you for that, too.

Good night.

Good evening, Mr. Mundek.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

The Polish-Israeli Friendship society will hold an emergency meeting tomorrow.

The society will most probably be dissolved.

An average Joe cannot tell the authorities from the society.

Cutting ties by the Polish hurts us the most.

Łatka! Łatka dear!

Of all people, the Polish who fought...

I've already walked the dog.

...for our and their freedom.

We understand others who follow Moscow's dictate.

We would have never expected such servility towards the Soviets

Good night, dad.

from Gomułka, who once had been able to stand up to them.

How was the premiere?