Chelmno. Treblinka. Auschwitz-Birkenau. Sobibor. Belzec. Infamous names connected with the madness of industrialised mass murder.
With slow intensity, the true power of talking heads is revealed, interfoliated with and further enhanced by the gloomy east bloc look of both remnants and surroundings.
There is, among all the adults, an eerie closeness to the war. Conflicting emotions surface – sorrow, guilt, remorse, disgust, denial, and even pride.
The filmmakers seem obsessed with minutiae about capacity, distances, cost, time. This bizarre focus on logistics emphasize the emptiness and ordinary triviality of horror.
Despite some unnecessary longeurs, this is still a tremendous achievement in trying to describe, in detail and for more than nine hours, the inventive and terrible bureaucracy of the final solution.
In my book of the inconceivable.