| Hedwig and her baby enjoying their garden, next door to a death camp. |
But I wasn’t. This movie is so different from the others depicting that horrible chapter of history, it’s in a category all its own. There was none of the usual stuff I mentioned above, except for muffled gunshots heard in the distance and a glimpse or two of a belching smokestack. Instead writer/director Jonathan Glazer went in a totally different direction, showing how ordinary Germans dealt with the mass extermination of human beings occurring right under their noses — in this case literally.
It's the true story of Rudolf Hoess, head commandant of the Auschwitz concentration camp, his wife Hedwig and their young children all living just on the other side of a simple wooden fence from the screams, smells and gunshots permeating their days and nights. Yet they are seemingly untouched, comfortably enjoying the high life in a lovely home staffed with numerous servants, as if nothing is at all out of the ordinary. It’s like, “Oh yeah, they’re killing Jews next door — when’s dinner? Do we have time for a swim in the pool?”
Half of me regrets seeing it because now I‘m more depressed about antisemitism than ever. And since it’s on the rise, I’m considering staying at home until there’s a pounding on the door and they come for me.
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