A poor man's Treasure of the Sierra Madre. A black comedy about two hapless brothers who inherit Poland's most valuable stamp collection from a father who sacrificed everything, lived a monastic life, to amass it. (The father, stamps in hand, makes a cameo appearance in VIII.) They, too, are drawn into the erudite greed of philately, ownership for the sake of ownership, to a bad end. Everything rests on the puzzle of the plot, on who can outsmart whom, and how. But the details are sketchy, not thought all the way through, thus, again, resulting in a problem of credibility; the punch line, by the time it arrives, lacks punch, isn't, say, the same as seeing all one's gold dust blow away on the wind. But, of course, there's always color coding to keep one occupied.
Review of Dekalog, dziesiec
