In the beginning of The Pianist Andrian Brody is with other people.
As the movie progresses the people get less and less.
In the second half of the movie he is mostly alone.
The sadness that comes over me whenever I see representations of Nazi evil doesn’t linger long.
Perhaps because the scale of the atrocities was so big that the empathy switch comes down for protection.
But the feeling of loss and of despair that the movie is steeped in doesn’t wear off me that easily.