The Decalogue ends “up” with a cheery and touching tale concerning two brothers (one an angry rocker whose lyrics slyly refer to the prior nine films) whose distant father has died and, surprisingly, left behind a fortune in philately. Philately is hysterical to begin with, but two dopey Polish brothers venturing deeper and deeper into its dangerous underbelly is just priceless (much like that Zeppelin stamp on the “Polarfahrt” — which Ann, quite rightly I’m sure, pointed out must be “cold intestinal gas.”)
Summing up the Decalogue: Do you have to see all ten? Shit, no. Make use of the little search box in the upper right hand corner of the blog and watch only the good ones. I’d say about 50-50.
