The Penny Post
The fighter and the clown
By Andrei Codrescu
Thank you, God of moving pictures, for Sundance, Bravo, and the Independent Film channels! From the wasteland of cable there rose the other night on IFC a splendid 1995 documentary called Fighter, about two old Jewish men retracing the horrors of their youth in Nazi-occupied Europe. The men, Jan Weiner and the writer Arnost Lustig, were perfect illustrations of two types of human being: the fighter and the clown. Jan, the fighter, escaped occupied Czechoslovakia to Britain where he joined the Royal Air Force and bombed the crap out of the Nazis. After the war, he returned to Prague only to be arrested by the Communists and put in a labor camp for having fought with the British.
Jan is understandably moved by his memories as he revisits his nightmares by train and car, and retains, throughout his sober recollection, a tough, fighting spirit.
His friend, Arnold Lustig, has his own way of dealing with the trauma of Auschwitz, which he survived, though his family did not. Arnosts way is to embrace life, to find the sunny side, to praise Eros, to make up through imagination what the mean world took from him as a child. After Hitlers camps, Lustig became a member of the Communist Party just long enough to recognize that the new ideology was no better than Hitlerism, when it came to its enemies. At some point he explains his personality as a sundial, twenty-three hours and fifty-nine minutes of which is dedicated to life, with one minute of darkness. That minute is the thought of what his father must have felt and thought as he was being gassed at Auschwitz.
Jan, on the other hand, rejects Arnosts jocularity and spontaneity as an unnecessary and possibly harmful way to deal with the stark facts of the past. For him, the past is what it is, grave, tragic, unchangeable, unforgettable and never to be forgiven. Jan points out that the same people who welcomed Hitler into Czechoslovakia joined the Communist Party after the war. This great mass of conformists cared about nothing except their immediate well-being and were blind to the slaughter of their neighbors. All they wanted to do is survive.
Arnost, on the other hand, forgives them because they are human, weak, and afraid. Throughout their journey, Arnost tries to banish the past with wine, jokes, and laughter. Hes also supremely annoying as he tries to interpret and embelish his friends story for a novel he plans to write.
By the end of filming, the two friends are no longer speaking to each other. Jan cannot countenance Arnosts lightness, and Arnost cannot stand Jans hardness. The two men are archetypal: Jan the fighter makes it impossible for injustice to prevail, but Arnosts clowning is also useful because he makes it possible for people to continue. Not forgetting is a guarantee of justice, forgiving is a guarantee for the future. The world needs both, and one is left in the end with profound questions about how life should be lived, and with the not-entirely comfortable thought that ones character may precede ones experiences. Arnost gives up writing the novel, and Jan is doing Tai-Chi to control his anger.
No wonder documentaries are all the rage now. Real people are interesting in ways that reality shows and stupid sitcoms are not.