The Magician of Lublin

It amazes me how many great films fall between the cracks due to distribution problems and the march of time. Why do sentimental tosh and Oscar-baity biopics get all the home video releases and adoration, while masterful, haunting work like THE MAGICIAN OF LUBLIN is doomed to obscurity. I had to watch this from a VHS rip when it deserves the Criterion treatment.

I have no words, really-- this movie has left me stunned. Yasha the magician is one of the most complicated movie heroes, so much he makes the likes of Travis Bickle seem simplistic. An alien no matter where he goes, either among his fellow Jews or among the Gentiles who alternately marvel at his magic yet scorn him for his cultural identity and acting profession; a seducer who will love a woman one minute, then treat her like dirt the next; a spiritual seeker both hungry for and angry at a God he is not sure he believes in. His arc is harrowing, astounding-- his ultimate fate left me in such a state of catharsis, such as I rarely ever feel with any work of art.

The camerawork is subdued without being staid, the music perfectly fits the turn of the century setting. And all the actors do amazing work, especially Alan Arkin as Yasha (this may be one of his best performances ever-- it's certainly the meatiest of his roles that I've seen to date) and Louise Fletcher as the lonely widowed aristocrat most vulnerable to Yasha's advances.

A movie of this calibur deserves a restoration and wide release, but unfortunately, you can only find fuzzy, faded copies online. Better than not being able to see it at all, of course, but it is infuriating that all the superhero fast food cinema will see crystal clear home releases, and a movie like this, which breaks your heart and makes you wonder, must make do with a limited audience and inferior image quality.