|I keep censoring my caption.|
After that I typed out my own Polish translation of an article I wrote about a Canadian pro-life activist. The translation is probably hideously bad, but all the same it was a trip to be banging out dramatic clauses in what I think is Polish after watching a movie about JP2.
The one disappointing thing about Karol, besides the subtitles not matching up, was that instead of having Piotr Adamczyk, the actor playing Saint John Paul, come out on the balcony over St. Peter's Square, the director just used footage of the real John Paul II coming out on the balcony. Having suspended my disbelief for four hours that JPII ever looked anything like Piotr Adamcyzk, I wanted to see Pope Piotr on the balcony. But no. Alas.
There is a funny (to me) scene in which a German lady proves how evil she is by telling a Polish priest that it appears even good-looking Polish boys become priests. It sounds like the kind of stupid thing I might say myself, one second before realizing that I really shouldn't say stuff like that. And, really, although the moharowe berety must all have tsked at the wicked woman, przecież Raoul Bova.
Wait a minute, Raoul Bova is Italian. Or Albanian. Or both. Someone explain this film to me.