This gets called the Polish Citizen Kane (1941) because it uses a similar narrative framework of flashbacks. And not because it is a masterpiece of visual style! The lighting is awfully flat and the locations/interiors are depressingly derelict. This is Poland in the economic doldrums, under occupation; Andrzej Wajda's film is a historic document.
The marble statues of the old Communist proletarian heroes are now locked away in the basements of museums. A student film maker (Krystyna Janda) stirs up official resistance when she researches one of the star workers of the 1950s for a tv documentary. Her investigation uncovers some suppressed, awkward national memories...
Besides the Soviets are still in control; Stalin is dead but there is no freedom of expression. Wajda's picture itself was a provocation of state censorship... Jerzy Radziwilowicz stars as the exploitable bricklayer made into a celebrity by the Party propaganda machine but then humiliated when he falls from favour. And then he disappears...
Wajda had a gift for positioning himself in the way of history and the themes of his dissident politics got tangled up in the Polish Solidarity movement over the following decade. The documentary approach is downbeat, which feels authentic and- after a slow first hour- eventually becomes mesmerising. This is a landmark in political cinema.