Getting Away With Murder(s)

There’s something about the enormity of the issues involved here that makes this a very tough watch. (If it wasn’t, there would be something wrong. The Holocaust is not an easy issue to deal with. Films about it can consequently be tough to watch. And so they should be.) That combined with the near three-hour running time (this is not a complaint, honest) means it sat on my pending review pile for quite a while before I finally sat down and watched it.

I suspect Wilkinson is aware of this problem. As the film starts, he takes you (as it were) gently by the hand as he walks into Auschwitz and matter-of-factly discusses its horrors, helped by a man who works in the museum there and has probably helped numerous people before and since to come to terms with the implications of the place as they go round it. Insofar as one ever can.

We learn of the arrivals off the incoming cattle trucks who were told to go down the ten-minute walk to the showers to get themselves cleaned up. They would take off their clothes and fold them neatly so they could pick them up again afterwards. They were herded into the shower interiors, quite densely packed. And they never came out because these weren’t showers at all, but gas chambers used for the systematic elimination of many of the new arrivals. It’s sickening just to think about.

The people who herded them in were inmates themselves. If you were told you could do that job or join them in the gas chambers yourself, what would you do? [A quick aside: the extraordinary and brilliant subjective camera drama Son Of Saul (László Nemes, 2015) goes a long way to understanding an inmate who does this job. Not that that’s possible.] As I say, trying to comprehend the inhumanity of this is really, really hard. These inmate-workers would be told, “the only way out of here is through the chimney.”

The screen shows well-put together maps of the place and gruelling archive footage is presented throughout the film in a non-confrontational, non-sensationalised way which helps. However, this material is, on the most fundamental human level, horrible. There’s a part of you that just wants to get away from the screen and throw up. People shouldn’t treat each other like this. Yet history testifies that they do, and we should never forget the fact. It’s the reason we need films like this, and the reason you need to watch it. Lest we forget, as they say.

Which implies that we know it all already. For myself, though, there is much in this film I didn’t know. Ranging from specific details about perpetrators large and small in the overall process that was the Holocaust right the way through to the scale of the operation (six million Jews turns out both an oversimplification and an understatement) and all the complicated ins and outs of the legal aftermath of the attempts both to track down and administer justice to the numerous perpetrators alongside the numerous attempts of all those involved to evade justice, all to often successfully. Much of what’s shown here is an indictment of humanity, although all the way through there are signs of hope as perpetrators are convicted and justice done. But it seems that too many get (got) off scot free or with woefully inadequate punishment for their appalling crimes. It’s not surprising that someone should want to make a film to address the burning question about the injustice of all this. Kudos to Wilkinson for doing so.

It may make for harrowing and deeply upsetting viewing, but at the same time, it’s consistently compelling. And it absolutely screams out to be seen.

After Auschwitz we move on to France, Poland, Lithuania, Latvia, Austria and, eventually, Germany. In his own county of Yorkshire which has a population of 5.4 million, Wilkinson attempts to get his head round the sheer enormity of the figures. For comparison, both Denmark and the US State of Maryland have populations of six million. If all those in Yorkshire were killed, he asks, would the UK government remain silent?

York, where the film has its premiere, is the site of England’s largest massacre of Jews in 1190, when some 150 were killed. Lest we think such things could never happen here.

Wilkinson also travels to Galway, Ireland to see the grave of William Joyce who broadcast German propaganda during the war as Lord Hawhaw. He was captured, tried and, in 1946, executed. His case is comparatively cut and dried compared to what happened to those Germans who abetted the Holocaust.

After Germany’s defeat in 1945 and the shock of what they found in the death camps, the Allies vowed to bring the Holocaust’s perpetrators to justice. The International Military Tribunal (IMT) in Nuremberg is often cited, but in fact that was held in a building with the capacity to house no more than 24 defendants of whom three never made it to trial and only 12 received the death sentence.

Matters were scarcely helped by the Nazis’ use of law under the Third Reich. Prior to that, law in most European countries had been based on the foundation of the Ten Commandments, but the regime effectively suspended such considerations, creating a legal framework under which it was permissible to eliminate specific ethnic and other minorities. The concept of ‘crimes against humanity’ didn’t exist until its instigation for the International Military Tribunal (IMT) at Nuremberg, 1945-6.

Other trials followed, but the Allies failed to keep up the momentum as they became more concerned with the growing threat of the Soviets and the rise of the Cold War than with hunting down Nazi war criminals when Germany was economically on its knees. Finishing the job within Germany’s borders was left largely to Germany itself.

Where East Germany, as a newly formed Communist state, rebuilt its judiciary from scratch with entirely new appointments, West Germany retained many judges who had been in post during the Nazi era, many of whom were somewhat sympathetic to the murderers in the dock. In a very real sense, the post-war, West German judiciary had became Nazified.

Thus, in later West German trials, while some of the murderers received the full force of the law in the death penalty, many sentences were much more lenient or subsequently commuted so that, for example, a 20 year sentence became five years. There are also examples of murderers living in Germany who were never prosecuted, or who got off during a trial using the most spurious of defences. In many cases, these were people living under their real names.

Others fled, most infamously to South America, but to other countries as well, including the UK. In recent years, in his retirement, Nazi hunter Dr. Stephen Ankier researched their whereabouts, often to find the perpetrators he unearthed die of illness or old age before they could be brought to trial. The UK’s record on finding and prosecuting the perpetrators has been poor.

Getting Away With Murder(s) had its premiere on Thursday 9th November in at the Everyman Cinema, York. Dates for further screenings around the UK are constantly being added: click here to see if your town or city is listed yet. If it isn’t, then tell your local cinema you want to see it.

The film is released in cinemas in the UK on Friday, October 1st, the 75th anniversary of the end of the International Military Tribunal in Nuremberg.

Review originally published on Jeremy C. Processing. Reprinted by permission.

The Penultimate (Den næstsidste)

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I usually dislike using the word kafkaesque to describe a movie, but in the case of The Penultimate, there is no better descriptor. This is because Kafka never explains. You don’t know why Gregor Samsa is an ant or why Josef K. has been arrested. You’re simply presented with an absurd situation and have to live with it. The same goes for The Penultimate, a deep dive into the human condition, which shouldn’t be explained rather than simply experienced.

Joen Højerslev plays a Water Inspector, who arrives on a donkey in a black-and-white scene that plays something like a cross between Au Hasard Balthasar and The Seventh Seal. Immediately we are in austere arthouse territory as he faces up against a building so large it dissolves into the sky.

There doesn’t actual appear to be any water in the building, a grand, dusty space with few extraneous elements. Joen is greeted by two, unspeaking twins, who follow him around but never stop him to ask what he’s doing. Other characters run up to him discussing things he has no idea of; one woman hits him over the head with an iron. He attempts to leave, only to find himself in the existential Hotel California.

It has a lot in common with stuck-in-the-house horror, perhaps most closely Vivarium, which saw a couple stuck in the same house for years, or the hermetically sealed world of Cube, which The Penultimate evokes with its hundreds of similar-looking rooms. But The Penultimate doesn’t even have any pretence of realism, psychological or otherwise, like those two films, launching us straight into strangeness from the very first scene. Additionally, the narrative develops in ways you could never really expect, making this a genuinely unpredictable experience.

But what’s it really about? The powers of analysis and investigation are beyond me at the moment. The allegory is so broad it could be interpreted in many ways: religious, existential, bureaucratic. What stays is the unnerving tone and dark, absurd vision and its stunning images — none of which I will ruin here. It’s best experienced going in cold, discovering its developments alongside its characters. Credit goes to the lead Højerslov, who has a great physicality and emotion as he tries in vain to understand what is happening, anchoring our enjoyment of the movie even when its final meaning can be rather elusive.

It establishes debut director Jonas Kærup Hjort as a confident stylist. The use of darkness in 4:3 makes the film feel deep and expansive, with the edges of the frame feeling like they expand and blend into the rest of the black screen. This sense of expansion is stressed by the immersive sound design. Rumbling, welling, roiling and banging sounds suggest an extra vastness of the space, as well as other, unspoken terrors. If you are watching at home, turn off all other lights. Extra background sounds are optional. Let the film sink and wash over you. You won’t be disappointed.

The Penultimate plays as part of the First Feature competition at Tallinn Black Nights Film Festival, running from 13th to 29th November.