I have no intention of attending the Polish Film Festival.
Maybe it’s my unresolved anger over Polish complicity in the Holocaust.
Maybe it’s because I don’t associate great cinematic storytelling with Poland anymore than I associate great beach volleyball with Siberia.
Or maybe it’s because of the hundreds of jokes I’ve heard involving Polish schlemiels and schlemazels.
But I would have gone to the Polish Film Festival had the exhibitors paid homage to the reputation of Poles and, in a brave gesture of self-effacement, displayed their advertising banners like this....