The Inn

The first day of war in 1914, an austeria - which is an inn - near one of the Galician roads. Jewish runaways from the nearby town seek shelter in here. There are the bourgeoisie and the poor, radicals and religious Hasids. Somewhere near there are fights going on, fires starting, Cossacks preparing for battle, but in the inn passions and feelings blossom. There are arguments and the uncalm looks cross. There are also ritual dances of the Hasids, who are unaware of the danger. The old innkeeper Tag, a wise and experienced man, realizes the vague of the situation and decided to fulfill his moral duty to the end.

The movie, based on a novel (1966) by Julian Stryjkowski (1905-1996), is a nostalgic, poetic and cruel vision of the history and culture of the Polish Jews with their believings, traditions, legends and original humor.

"We wanted" said Jerzy Kawalerowicz "the film to be a movie of great metaphor, similar to a passionate, dynamic painting, which shows the world of Jews a moment before the tragical doom." "Austeria" was announced to be one of the best movies of the director - the movie won the Gold Lions at the festival in Gdańsk.

How differently different people can observe and embody a film. An earlier review finds this film distasteful and full of anti-semitism, yet I had the opposite reaction. I felt I was observing an Issac Beshevis Singer short story of the old world on the other side of those destructive wars of the 20th Century. I found the lives of these Jewish people on the cusp of WWI sympathetic, real and alive. The fact that human passions, lust or longing fill their minds and hearts, at times, seems all too human. Yet, especially the inn keeper and the young man, they are also caring and sensitive souls who love and express this in various forms. The Hassidic are both profoundly spiritual and a bit absurd (to our secular eyes) dancing, singing and rejoicing even as the war comes closer to destroying the world they knew, which, as we know, was true. I found this vignette a touching, sensitive, wise portrayal of a moment in time that no longer exists, on the cusp of the end of an era. Rather than being anti-Jewish in any way, I found it an earthy and touching expression of that eastern European world that perished in time.