Showing posts with label 1930's. Show all posts
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Saturday, August 1, 2026

Two Prosecutors (Zwei Staatsanwälte)


 













Director Sergei Loznitsa


director at Cannes with Alexsandr Kuznetsov

Georgy Demidov



























TWO PROSECUTORS (Zwei Staatsanwälte)          B+                                                      France  Germany  Netherlands  Latvia  Romania  Lithuania  Ukraine  (118 mi)  2025  d: Sergei Loznitsa

The time has come to look the Soviet monster directly in the eye.  It must be understood in order to be defeated.                                                                                                                              —Director Sergei Loznitsa

Grim, austere, and relentlessly bleak, Loznitsa reminds us what falling into authoritarianism really feels like, as evidenced by the height of Stalin repression in 1937, which is meticulously dissected and explored from the inside, in the jail cells and in the halls of power, exposed with surgical precision, where arrest warrants leading to deaths proceed with miraculous efficiency.  What this Kafkaesque parable suggests is a government’s insistence on the appearance of legality while undermining the entire system by arresting and jailing all dissenting voices, using the prisons as a wave of terror against these individuals, denying them any and all legal rights once they’ve become the exclusive property of a Gulag prison system, never again allowed to see the light of day, as the government runs on complete systematic repression.  Winner of The François Chalais Award (Prix François Chalais) at Cannes in 2025, an award that recognizes the esteemed values of journalism, and the Palić Best Film Award, the top prize at the European Film Festival in Palić, Serbia, the slowly developing story is told in a way that requires extreme patience, as the pace is glacial, allowing plenty of time to ruminate over what we see, with a patient yet unmistakable sense of foreboding, focusing on the devastating minutiae that allows fascism to breed, expressed by the impassive coldness of officers and authorities, as well as the silences of the corridors.  From the maker of My Joy (Schastye moe) (2010), a haunting parable of post-Communist Russia, In the Fog (V Tumane) (2012), a sobering meditation on the complicated moral decisions faced by both soldiers and citizens during wartime, and Babi Yar. Context (2021), which shows how Ukrainians were complicit in the Nazi Babi Yar massacre of Jews, there is probably no director who has documented the criminal history of Russia in such an extensive way as Loznitsa, who has lived in Germany since 2001, yet still prefers to call himself a Russian, objecting to a total boycott on Russian artists and culture, which got him expelled from the Ukrainian Film Academy, where this film, spoken mostly in Russian (viewed as the language of the aggressor), has been banned in both Russia and Ukraine.  The born-in-Belarus yet raised in Ukraine director knows a thing or two about Russia, as his documentary films in particular provide an archival, historical document of the horrors from Russian/Soviet history, where the grounds of the Babi Yar Holocaust Memorial Center was one of the first targeted sites that was hit by Russian missiles and shells during the first days of the 2022 Russian invasion of Ukraine (Russia strikes Babyn Yar Holocaust memorial site in Ukraine).  This film serves as a monument to authoritarianism, where maintaining power and control through abject fear is the paramount concern, where the number of prisoners in Russia rose from about 180,000 in 1930 to more than 5 million by the mid 30’s, where a wave of arrests by the secret police, or the NKVD, the Gestapo-like organization that was responsible for the arrests, tortures, deaths, and massacres of millions of people, with millions more falling victim to forced labor, deportation, famine, mass shootings, and starvation.  It’s important to remember that Time magazine put Stalin on its cover 11 times, named Man of the Year twice in 1939 and 1942, as the world was simply oblivious to the grandiose scale of cover-ups of the mass atrocities.  From July 1937 to mid-November 1938 alone, about 1.5 million people, including most of the leaders of the October 1917 Revolution, were arrested, shot, kidnapped, or detained in Gulag camps, where it may come as no surprise that in today’s Russia, the Stalin era is glorified.  The entire film takes place largely in two locations, a cavernous penal colony, which was actually shot in a hundred-year old Brasa prison in Riga, Latvia that is now closed, and the massive halls of justice in Moscow, where the film title only begins to describe how the legal process, which is supposedly available to everyone, in fact shuts the door, yet maintains, on the surface, an avenue of legality, but the NKVD intervenes and undermines any hint of legality at every turn, reaching an unimaginable level of systematic arrests, humiliation, and torture, which may as well be a blueprint into the present.  

Recalling the banality of evil from Jonathan Glazer’s The Zone of Interest (2023), the source material for the film is a novel by the same name written by Georgy Demidov, a Russian-born Soviet experimental physicist and political prisoner from the Kharkiv Technical Institute in Ukraine who was wrongfully arrested in 1938 and spent 14-years in the brutally harsh conditions of the KOLYMA PRISON CAMP in Siberia, a Gulag he referred to as “Auschwitz without the ovens,” where emaciated and starving prisoners were routinely fed only 400 calories per day.  After he was released, he documented the cruel realities of camp life through short stories and novellas, primarily focusing upon the physical and psychological destruction of scientists, intellectuals, and artists under Soviet rule, a phenomenon known as Eliticide.  In 1980, the KGB raided his home, destroyed his typewriters, without which he could not write, as his fingers had been frozen in the Gulag, and confiscated all his manuscripts, where Demidov died in 1987 believing his life’s work was lost forever.  However, following the collapse of the Soviet Union just a few years later, his daughter recovered his surviving manuscripts from KGB archives, and his collected works were later published in six volumes in Russia.  Unlike other famous camp writers like Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn or Varlam Shalamov, whom he befriended in prison, Demidov wrote with a sharp focus on individual characters and the Kafkaesque absurdities of state power.  What stands out here is just how chillingly accurate it is, recreated in cold, meticulous detail, getting right into the psychological mindset of the people portrayed and the ruthless system of oppression that erodes every avenue of hope and freedom, continually finding new ways to brutalize their own people, with the Russia of today hurtling back toward Stalinism.  At the center of the picture is a young principled Bolshevik prosecutor, Alexander Kornev (Alexsandr Kuznetsov), only three months removed from law school in the city of Bryansk, some 200 miles southwest of Moscow, yet he’s filled with the revolutionary ideals and beliefs of a true patriot about building a better socialist society, keeping his own personal thoughts to himself, making him hard to read, revealing next to nothing about himself, always remaining calmly measured and restrained.  He becomes a prosecutor at the very moment when the country was in a process of radical change in a way that wasn’t necessarily understood by the rest of the population.  Against all odds, as prisoner letters are routinely burned before ever leaving the heavily guarded premises, but one, written in his own blood on a tiny piece of cardboard, somehow makes it to the desk of this young prosecutor, who is summoned to the local prison by an Old Bolshevik named Stepniak (Alexander Filippenko), like a cry for help, or an answer to his prayers.  Kornev’s ominous arrival to the prison is met by a chorus of silent women standing across the street, mothers, sisters, and daughters of men who are imprisoned inside, waiting for any word, as inmates are strictly forbidden from contacting anyone on the outside.  Built around dialogue gripped by fear, where every spoken word may have devastating consequences, as seemingly harmless encounters can lead to arrests, the staging is minimalist, so precisely constructed and so skillfully staged, essentially built around fewer than ten scenes, mostly unfolding in a series of private conversations, dominated by fixed shots and symmetrical compositions, bare environments, and suffocating silences that speak, disturbingly, of the present.  The goal of expunging all critics and enemies is to consolidate an elite group of loyal supporters whose allegiance lies strictly with Stalin, much like Trump and Putin have similarly targeted political enemies and systematically eliminated all opposition by surrounding themselves with nothing but blindly obedient followers.

Literally half the film is spent waiting with Kornev waiting to pass through the various layers of prison bureaucracy, who have no interest whatsoever in allowing him to see the prisoner, culminating with the Prison Governor (Vytautas Kaniušonis) offering him a litany of excuses, but he persists, waiting for hours, until they finally agree to the meeting, where he has to pass through a labyrinth of locked gates and doors, always accompanied by a hostile group of implacable faces from the warily suspicious assembled guards who are not pleased by his presence.  When we finally meet the feeble, starved, and thoroughly broken-down prisoner, he’s the kind of character we rarely see in films, a historical icon, having been there at the beginning of the Bolshevik Revolution, filled with the promise of building a new and better society, only to fall victim of the tactics of the NKVD, who have spent years torturing him, and other loyal party members like him, into confessing crimes they never committed, where “honest, knowledgeable experts are substituted by ignorant charlatans,” a line that is sure to draw snickers from American audiences, as it’s a pattern recognized so well in the Trump administration.  Stepniak’s body may have endured endless atrocities, where he’s nearing the end from organ failure, yet his mind is still sharp, making him a fascinating subject of interest, with Kornev recalling how he attended one of Stepniak's speeches about truth and Bolshevism at his law school, where he was immediately impacted by the force of his ideas, impressed that he also belonged to the former party leadership in his hometown.  It’s hard not to be intrigued by this man, finding his beliefs and the essential value of his work suddenly deemed anti-revolutionary, making him an enemy of the state.  Yet he actually stands for something, as opposed to Stalin’s secret police who simply want to erase his existence, as that’s what authoritarians do.  There’s a major difference in conceiving ideas and beliefs, literally building something out of nothing, with the hopes of transforming an entire society, and the parallel course of killing and destroying anything that has to do with planting that seed, where murder is the ultimate political weapon.  With a heavy reliance on dialogue, it’s rare for films to so exquisitely expose profound and radical ideas with this degree of simplicity, where nothing is left to the imagination, as we are literally taken inside this hellhole, an example of immersive cinema, with the film designed to plunge viewers into the psychological mindset of the times, seeing the profound effects, where if the guards could have their way, this prosecutor would never again see the light of day, TWO PROSECUTORS - New Sergei Loznitsa movie ... YouTube (1:17).   But Stepniak urges Kornev to visit Stalin, or members of the Politburo, and do whatever it takes to get as close to the highest powers of the land with a message of what goes on inside these prison walls, as it’s a crime against the revolution.  Accordingly, Kornev takes a train to Moscow, but on route his attempts at sleep are interrupted by an extended monologue from the wildly eccentric old man named Pegleg (also played by Alexander Filippenko), who tells tales about losing a leg and an arm fighting for the Soviets in the Battle of Kowel in WWI, one of the fiercest battles in history, and how he met with Lenin personally in Smolny for war disability benefits, touting his generosity, now seeking an audience with Stalin.  Inspired by Captain Kopeikin from the biting critique of mass corruption in Gogol’s novel Dead Souls, this underlines the disenchantment of the Old Leninist Guard, described as “the true believers,” with the direction of the revolution, where half of the Red Army’s entire officer corps was either killed or imprisoned, filling the screen with an omnipresent dread, as it shows how authoritarian systems actually destroy their own ideals, where Stalinism was the antithesis of Bolshevism, something only the Trotskyites truly understood, making them targets as well.

While the first part of the film is a hellish, Dante’s Inferno allegory, where the gates of Hell bear the inscription, “Abandon hope, all ye who enter here,” the second part exudes a Kafkaesque bureaucratic nightmare, shot inside the marble halls of the old Latvian Radio building in Riga, a Soviet relic constructed in the Stalinist Empire style, the only Latvian public service station to broadcast in Russian.  Swallowed inside the massive interior space, where it’s easy to get lost inside a maze of offices and corridors, with a giant, winding staircase reaching upstairs, Kornev seeks a meeting with the Procurator General, the highest-ranking law officer in the entire country, but is turned away by his secretary (Nerijus Gadliauskas), a man who is fastidious about manners and details, as he has no appointment, but Kornev is persistent, refusing to take no for an answer, so he waits and waits, like the brilliant opening sequence in Orson Welles’ THE TRIAL (1962), Orson Welles- The Trial: Before The Law - Prologue | Franz ... YouTube (2:51), until everyone else has been seen, and only then does the secretary allow him entrance.  Sitting in front of a statue of Stalin, where above that bust hangs a portrait of Lenin, the second prosecutor, Vyshinsky (Anatoliy Beliy) commands immediate attention and respect, never remotely cracking a smile, calm, yet stern, and acutely intelligent, with a sharp ear for details, never missing a thing, where the two prosecutors are intentionally pitted as mirror images of one another, both tasked with rooting out corruption and investigating state crimes.  Knowingly bypassing the local authorities in Bryansk because he knows they’ve been infiltrated by the NKVD, Kornev acts as an ambassador for Stepniak, recounting the egregious conditions there, revealing how the NKVD have rounded up, arrested, and then tortured or killed all the Old Bolsheviks into confessing purely fictional crimes, then using those confessions to issue death warrants, with Vyshinsky shockingly displaying a sympathetic ear, as if hearing these accusations for the first time, Two Prosecutors new clip official from Cannes Film Festival ...  YouTube (55 seconds), indicating he needs medical evidence of the scars of torture if he is to proceed, instructing Kornev to provide that evidence.  Acknowledging that would be paramount to political suicide, as the NKVD would arrest him for crimes against the state, Vyshinsky offers legal protections, starting with evidence they had this face-to-face meeting, guaranteed train passage, along with official documents authorizing him to conduct further investigations.  Kornev leaves hopefully, fully aware of the grave consequences at stake, finding himself sitting in a compartment shared with two jovial men who describe themselves as factory inspector engineers, Vasily (Valentin Novopolskij) and Petya (Dmitrijus Denisiukas), where they toast to Soviet law, with Vasily gleefully singing Shostakovich’s the counterplan song on guitar, which repeats itself over the end credits performed by a full choir, "The Song of the Counter-Plan" [Песня о Встречном] - Soviet ... YouTube (2:45), as it was seen and heard in the 1932 film COUNTERPLAN by Sergei Yutkevich and Fridrikh Ermler.  Whatever inklings viewers may have had up to this point, Kornev becomes the Josef K. of his own story, as the chilling final shot is nothing less than shocking, revealing the true scope of Stalin’s Great Purge, which literally engulfs the entire country in a shroud of death.  Clearly as much about Putin’s Russia as Stalin’s, it should be noted that all three of these Russian actors, Aleksandr Kuznetsov, Alexander Filippenko, and Anatoli Beliy, left Russia after Russian troops invaded Ukraine in February 2022, where their performances offer a testimony of political resistance.  Impeccably shot by Oleg Mutu, typically associated with Romanian director Cristian Mungiu and his Palme d’Or winning 4 Months, 3 Weeks, and 2 Days (4 luni, 3 saptamâni si 2 zile) (2007), but also Beyond the Hills (După dealuri) (2012), so detailed and precise, with no camera movement whatsoever, only static shots that intensify the creeping paranoia and full-blown claustrophobia, a world where colors are almost non-existent, this is a full-blown horror story that we’re not likely to forget.   

Wednesday, January 1, 2025

2024 Top Ten List #4 The Piano Lesson (2024)



 













Director Malcolm Washington

Malcolm with Danielle Deadwyler and brother John David

The director with his father, Denzel Washington

August Wilson with Lloyd Richards

playwright August Wilson

painter Romare Bearden






































































THE PIANO LESSON          A                                                                                                    USA  (125 mi)  2024  d: Malcolm Washington

The real issue is the piano, the legacy.  How are you going to use it?                                         —August Wilson, from an essay by Hilary DeVries, January 1987, August Wilson Criticism: A Song in Search of Itself

If there’s any August Wilson play to start with, this would be it, as it has everything, from the rich, deeply humanizing dialogue, the references to the slavery past, distinct spirituality that borders on the supernatural, a love of music and the shared bond it accentuates, yet also its universal connection to an all-embracing humanity.  An extension of what Denzel Washington started with Fences (2016), the first of his ambitious plans to bring all ten of August Wilson’s Century Cycle plays to the screen, one written for each decade of the 20th century, which was followed by Ma Rainey's Black Bottom (2020), where he will be the executive producer for all of them.  Fences was originally a 1983 play, the first of two Pulitzer Prizes awarded to the author, while the other is The Piano Lesson in 1990, which was turned into a made-for-TV movie in 1995 directed by Lloyd Richards, the dean of the Yale School of Drama and the artistic director of the Yale Repertory Theatre, where the period of the 1980’s and ’90’s was considered a renaissance of African American cultural production, as many black writers took their place among the most important writers in American history.  Keeping things in the family, dedicated “for mama,” the director’s mother, Pauletta, who plays Mama Ola, the deceased mother of the two siblings in the film, while twin sister Olivia plays that same character at a younger age, while the director and lead actor are Denzel Washington’s two sons, and daughter Katia is an executive producer, yet this is no nepotism at work, as they earn the audience’s respect and admiration, as this rivals any theatrical stage performance, and may actually exceed all expectations, as it’s uniquely cinematic, specifically adapted by Malcolm Washington and Virgil Williams from the 2022 Broadway revival of the play, with music by Alexandre Desplat and cinematography by Mike Gioulakis, becoming a transforming work that may leave viewers drained and emotionally shattered by the intensity of the human experience.  August Wilson never formally studied theater, but his work is distinctive for his exquisite use of language, connecting it in such complex ways to the black experiences and its deeply unsettling history, where there are demons that plague his characters, some real and some imagined, yet the beauty of his plays is the poetry of the language, filled with detailed characterizations and gentle humor, where it’s hard not to appreciate the complexities, subtleties, contradictions, conflicts, and depth of emotion he elicits from his characters.  Inspired by a 1984 lithograph The Piano Lesson (Homage to Mary Lou) by Romare Bearden, a work dedicated to Mary Lou Williams (1910-1981), a jazz pianist, composer, and arranger, while Bearden was himself inspired by two Matisse paintings, The Piano Lesson, 1916 by Henri Matisse and Barnes Collection Online — Henri Matisse: The Music Lesson.  All of this fits into the artistry of August Wilson, a unique chronicler of black history which is integrated into all his works, recognized as one of the great explorers of the human condition, bringing to life unique struggles that are critical components of American history, creating a deeply affecting humanistic work.  Right from the outset, it’s important to understand that blacks view history differently, as the principles fought for in the Civil War, like the emancipation from slavery, and the unfulfilled promise of the nation to live up to those human rights ideals of freedom and equality, simply hold a different meaning to the excluded than those who are empowered.    

What was surprising in this particular theatrical screening was the use of open captions in an English-speaking American film, a rare and perhaps unprecedented occasion, something normally associated with the works of British film directors like Mike Leigh, Ken Loach, or Danny Boyle, but this is a Netflix-produced film, a distributor that typically allows subtitles as an option, but not only are the words infused directly onto the screen, but the captions also clearly identify the multiple choices of music, which are a staple in August Wilson plays.  This film not only places an emphasis on word pronunciation, accentuating various syllables in the stream of words that flood the screen, but also the provocative musical selections, where a Mississippi Parchman Farm prison chant “Oh Berta” is one of the most dramatic focal points of the film.  An eruptive call and response incantation is sung in unison by the men in the family, conjuring up memories of the past with this emotionally powerful, deeply personalized, percussive hymn, as all the male characters have spent time in the penitentiary, yet none have committed any real crimes to speak of deserving of incarceration, where blackness is their real crime in the American South, subject to Jim Crow laws, forced labor, Klan violence, civil rights violations, and mass incarceration, where the men’s personal grief is transferred to a traumatic history they all share.  A replication of an antebellum plantation, the convict labor camp was designed to not only control and profit from black labor, but also to restrict freedom, which is clearly an extension of slavery times and a metaphor for modern-day bondage, where the relationship between prison and slavery is made explicit.  Like all of Wilson’s works, the ensemble cast is the driving force of the production, and the superlative cast does not disappoint, where this is a master class of the American theater brought to the screen, yet there are no signs of its stagey roots, exuding a force all of its own, finding its own identity with a fresh perspective that literally lives and breathes on the screen.  This is a film that deals with the Great Migration (The Long-Lasting Legacy of the Great Migration), as blacks fled the Jim Crow American South in droves, a region where 90% of American blacks resided up until 1910, making up the majority of the population in three Southern states, Louisiana, Mississippi, and South Carolina.  By the end of the migration, however, with an estimated 6 million blacks leaving their homes, that number was reduced to less than 50%, as families sought work in other parts of the country, establishing urban communities in Chicago, Detroit, New York, and Pittsburgh, including the Hill District where Wilson grew up.  In 1936, when this film is set, unemployment was at 17% nationwide, which translated to a much higher percentage of 50 to 75% in black communities, so when blacks moved and settled in northern industrial areas, they still struggled with discrimination and poverty, as they were forced to live in overcrowded, segregated neighborhoods, disconnected from their past, and filled with hopelessness as a consequence of years of unfulfilled hopes and ambitions.   Wilson himself called this his best play, a meditation on trauma, with Nobel Prize winning novelist Toni Morrison penning the forward to the boxed set edition of the play, the only one dedicated to all of Wilson’s siblings, and the only one to receive a movie version in Wilson’s lifetime.

The film opens with an introductory prelude sequence on Independence Day in Mississippi in 1911 when a group of black men are seen stealing a piano from the house of Sutter, a notorious white slave owner that still owns the land, who exacts his revenge by leading a mob that burns down the homes of the alleged offenders, causing them to flee to the north, picking up in Pittsburgh twenty-five years later as two men, Boy Willie (John David Washington) and Lyman (Ray Fisher), drive a broken-down truck filled with watermelons into town, arriving in the middle of the night to the home of Boy Willie’s sister Berniece (a transcendent Danielle Deadwyler), who is the real star of the show, paralleling Troy in the earlier Fences, as it’s her fiery character that develops and evolves, bringing nuance and care to every layer, and their uncle Doaker (Samuel L. Jackson, who played Boy Willie in the 1987 theatrical premiere at the Yale Repertory Theatre).  Needless to say, they are surprised by the unexpected visit, where Doaker is welcoming, but Berniece seems to be holding a grudge against her brother.  At the center of their dispute is the family piano sitting in the salon, an antique, 135-year-old piano that their great-grandfather carved in defiance of the white owner, which is distinctive by its unique carvings that reflect several generations of the family history and has now been inherited by the siblings.  Boy Willie is eager to sell the piano to buy land in Mississippi where his family was formerly enslaved, viewing it as his ticket to economic freedom, wanting to be free of the past, while Berniece stubbornly resists all offers to sell the piano, acting as the guardian of the family’s legacy, which she views as a mythical symbol of their heritage, a repository of her family’s pain and anguish that she refuses to let go, still imprisoned by the past, believing it is a family memorial containing the dead spirits of their ancestors, something that holds meaning to their family alone and no one else, an heirloom that is quite simply priceless, claiming “Money can’t buy what that piano cost.  You can’t sell your soul for money.”  The Parchman prison chant serves as a prelude for Doaker’s family history lesson, as that history and its connection to early family members is revealed in a lengthy soliloquy by Doaker, who inherits the role of African griots, oral historians charged with narrating family chronicles in one of the more dramatically inspiring sequences, as that oral history tells its own story about black life in America, a deeply unsettling experience that provides the foundational structure of the film.  No one provides the riveting eloquence of a story like Samuel L. Jackson, who is in a league of his own with a voice that is completely familiar to viewers, yet is still stunning in its execution, describing the piano as a work of art that conjures up the ghosts of the past, adding a supernatural component to an otherwise realist aesthetic.  The idea of vanquishing the past is illusory, but this communal experience bears witness to the family’s pain, where Wilson’s Century Cycle provides ample evidence of a century’s worth of collective grief.  As a nation, we are still haunted by a racial history that casts a long shadow over the current state of American life.  Washington, Fisher, Jackson, and Michael Potts as Wining Boy (Doaker’s older brother) reprise their roles from the 2022 Broadway revival production of the play.

With overt references to slavery, ownership was a key aspect, where human beings were bought and sold like commodities, yet it’s the ghost of Sutter that becomes a destabilizing presence in the home, as his terrorizing force continues to haunt the family, starting with visions by Berniece, her young daughter Maretha, and then the entire family, where what takes place before our eyes is a literal exorcism, led by Preacher Avery Brown (Corey Hawkins), who’s been trying to win the hand of Berniece for years as he attempts to establish his own church, yet the very foundation of the home comes under attack from unseen spirits that seem to be wrestling with the forces of good and evil.  In the play, you never see Sutter’s ghost, which has a suffocating hold on this family, but in the cinematic version you can, where it actually wrestles with Boy Willie, much like the Biblical reference of Jacob wrestling all night with an Angel (Jacob wrestling with the angel), an allegory for the continuing relationship between the powerful and the subjugated, adding an extra dimension to the theatrical experience.  The piano has a secret ability to keep the spirits of the dead alive, and has come to symbolize the concept of ownership, as it literally came into the Sutter family’s possession through the transfer of slaves from this family.  As long as Sutter had the piano, he controlled the destiny of the family, where the ancestral faces carved into the wood were once owned as slaves, with flashback sequences depicting portraits of various family members as children and adults, including scenes of family marriages, family births, a funeral, and a heartfelt scene depicting two family members being taken away to Georgia, becoming an homage to the family, where the idea of setting them free comes with a price, and that heavy burden is the existential mystery each character must reckon with.  The fiercest bone of contention is the battle between Boy Willie and Berniece, as each one views their future differently and is willing to fight for what they believe, refusing to allow anyone else to stand in their way.  But as they argue over the fate of the piano, viewers get a profound sense of sorrow, recognizing how the family struggled trying to take that piano into their possession and claim it as their own, causing some to lose their lives in Sutter’s murderous rage to exact revenge, including their father, while forcing others to be exiled elsewhere to avoid a similar fate.  It’s quite apparent how the piano has literally consumed this family for three generations, showing how we are all still extremely impacted by the legacy of slavery, and breaking free of its hold is a terrifying prospect, yet it’s something this family must make peace with if they are to survive, as Berniece sits at the piano singing a call and response prayer ritual, literally pleading with their ancestors to come to the aid of her ensnared brother, as the spirits help the siblings reconcile at the end, allowing a healing redemption.  The poetry on display is astonishing in its force, as escaping from the past is a uniquely compelling aspect of the human condition, where bridging the world of the living and the dead is a universal instinct, as we all must find a way to balance the past with the present. With this play, Wilson investigates the bedrock of racial memory, where comprehending one’s history is essential in the formation of identity, stressing the need for black Americans to define their culture for themselves and not be swayed by the negative white judgments imposed upon them.