It's almost hard to remember that there were other people in this movie.
The Pianist follows a Polish Jew, Wladyslaw Szpilman (Adrian Brody) watches his family get rounded up to go to the camps during WWII. He escapes with the help of a guard and has to survive by working/hiding in the now nearly deserted Warsaw ghetto.
When I say it's hard to remember that other people were in this, it's because Brody carries the film. Fucking carries it. This movie could've crashed and burned without the brilliance of Brody's portrayal. (and the directing of Roman Polanski) Brody is on screen probably 99% of the film, one scene that stands out the most to me is when he's walking home after seeing his family being forced on the trains. He's crying hysterically, and just walking. Walking to nowhere. That is powerful.
Memorable Quote: "I was cold."