By Noel Vera
DVD Review
Son of Saul
Directed by Lazlo Nemes
LAZLO NEMES鈥 extraordinarily shot and executed debut feature Son of Saul answers a question I (and a few other folks) have been wondering about for some time: is there a new, fresh, perhaps even galvanizing way to realize the story of the Holocaust on the big screen?
I figure Nemes, having mentioned Steven Spielberg鈥檚 Schindler鈥檚 List in interviews, is reacting to that film鈥檚 approach: a comprehensive museum of horrors that includes the closing of the Krakow Ghetto; random executions; nude footraces where camp prisoners literally run for their lives; a boy hiding in a cesspool, manure caked thickly on his cheeks and hair.
Brutally effective, if not a little exploitative; but where would a filmmaker go from there? Two options immediately come to mind: either ramp up the atrocities (in which case Quentin Tarantino and Eli Roth should probably whip up a script 鈥 add an ending where the Allies parachute down just in time to rescue the latest batch headed for the gas chambers) or pare away details, leaving a carefully calculated essence to suggest the rest of the, uh, 鈥渆xperience.鈥
Nemes鈥 solution is summarized in the film鈥檚 very first shot: an out-of-focus image, held for the longest time till the audience wonders if maybe they should notify the projectionist. Then movement: a figure approaches from the distance Lawrence of Arabia-style, walking right up to the center of the screen where he鈥檚 suddenly in giant close-up.
The rest of the film follows this man, Saul Auslander (poet-actor-filmmaker Geza Rohrig), a Hungarian Jew working as a Sonderkommando in Auschwitz 鈥 basically Jews picked from among the new arrivals to pull bodies out of gas chambers and load them into the ovens for cremation (because what they鈥檙e doing constitutes a war crime, some four months later a new set of Sonderkommando will be loading these workers鈥 bodies into the ovens in turn). Follows is the operative word 鈥 the camera hovers close to Saul鈥檚 face or over the bright red 鈥淴鈥 painted across his shoulder blades; the abominations around him are only dimly sensed, either out-of-focus images on either side of his head or all-too-vivid sounds 鈥 of flesh being dragged across concrete floors, skulls cracked open by wood truncheons, people crying out faintly from behind steel doors.
It鈥檚 a simplification of sorts, but a cunning one; you strain to make out what鈥檚 going on in the blurred areas of the screen as your ears fill in with gruesome detail what your eyes can鈥檛 quite see. In a way it鈥檚 an approximation of Saul鈥檚 psychological defense mechanism, a sort of self-willed myopia that allows him not just to survive but operate if not actually thrive in this man-made Inferno.
The premise too is interesting: Saul encounters a boy who has miraculously survived gassing; the boy is set aside and promptly smothered to death by a guard while Saul hovers quietly (if tensely) nearby. From unquestioning cog in Nazi death machine Saul turns into a questioning, questing human being: can the boy鈥檚 body be spared from autopsy? Can a rabbi be found? At one point he鈥檚 asked why he鈥檚 doing all this and he replies without hesitation: the boy is my son.
Is he, really? Certain details cast doubt on that assertion, in which case the question arises whether or not Saul has cracked under stress. Has myopia finally degraded into madness?
Nemes sustains the ambiguity and suspense for a remarkable amount of time, considering how little context we鈥檙e given. Who is Saul, really? Who鈥檚 the woman he talks to who acts as if she鈥檚 his wife? Why does he form a fixation on the child? And why do the other Sonderkommandos, who are busy working on a (historically true) plot to destroy the crematoriums, trust him so much? We get few answers, but Rohrig鈥檚 face is such an eloquent sculpture of wariness and exhaustion you can鈥檛 help but be pulled along by Nemes鈥 presumed intentions, his desire to immerse you in what may very well be the human equivalent of hell.
Which is quite an achievement considering the films already produced, including Spielberg鈥檚; the first half at the very least is gripping odyssey. Where the film stumbles alas is when Saul eventually manages a little headway into his maverick project and joins a work crew seeking The Renegade, a Greek rabbi (he finds him, but complications ensue). You sense Nemes running out of ideas on how to get his hero in and out of situations while trying to expand the theme of damned souls seeking redemption; he wraps a Magic Cloak of Invisibility around Saul and shoves him about with near impunity (bumping into a Nazi officer, Saul only has to flinch and wait for the punitive blow).* The simplification Nemes employs becomes less artful and more stylized, more like Roberto Benigni鈥檚 Life is Beautiful where a father lies to his son to make concentration camp existence tolerable; in our case Nemes is the father and we the kids, and his lies have become pathetically inadequate to hiding the camp鈥檚 awful truths.
At one point you stop thinking of Benigni鈥檚 movie (thank goodness) and start thinking of (may the saints forgive me) Hardcore Henry. Once taken hold the idea is difficult to shake off; Saul does seem to wander into the right place at the right time, to do or say the right thing to take him to the next level. The finale (skip the rest of this paragraph if you plan to see the film!) is another kind of cheat 鈥 a transference of identity that glosses over the slaughter happening offscreen; if the last half hour worked for you then this I suppose is lyrical indirection; if it didn鈥檛 then this is a terrible cop-out.
It doesn鈥檛 help that Nemes takes on the controversial subject of Sonderkommandos who if you listen to one account are despicable collaborationists, if you listen to another are pathetic victims. Nemes in interviews has plunked firmly down on the side of 鈥渧ictim鈥 and his film reflects this 鈥 or would if he hadn鈥檛 turned Saul into an unexpressive holy fool who suddenly acquires the notion that proper burial of a random corpse is the antidote to his spiritual malaise. It鈥檚 one way to go the direction Nemes takes, but doesn鈥檛 really address or even explicate the moral issues surrounding these men and women.
Not sure, really, if any recent film has treated the subject properly or imaginatively (that includes the Spielberg); not sure if it鈥檚 possible at all. Maybe Resnais鈥 Night and Fog did it best, by admitting the impossibility of depicting the whole of the Holocaust, then in 40 brief minutes sketching a surprisingly comprehensive and nuanced view anyway, with a few guesses on what might happen tomorrow (in effect: the Holocaust has never really left, just changed the identity of victim and victimizer). And so the struggle continues.
* To be fair the outrageousness does work once, when Saul sets out to meet a doctor in his clinic to pick up the boy鈥檚 body and instead runs into a whole group of physicians accompanied by high-ranking officers 鈥 moment of breathless silence, while both Jew and Nazis try to wrap their collective minds round the enormity of Saul鈥檚 screwup.
