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In Son of Saul, a Jew in Auschwitz readies his fellow prisoners for the gas chamber

László Nemes's acclaimed debut feature re-creates the awful plight of the Sonderkommandos.



"The sense of being lost is what we wanted to convey. That is what was missing before [in most earlier movies about the Holocaust]: one individual being lost." —László Nemes to Andrea Gronvall, Movie City News

The debut feature of Hungarian writer-director László Nemes, opening this week at Music Box, is easily the most exciting new film I've seen over the past year, and a casual look at the prizes and accolades it's received over the past eight months, starting with the Grand Prix and the FIPRESCI prize at Cannes, shows that I'm far from alone in feeling this way. Even my colleagues who dislike or dismiss the film concede that it's a stunning technical achievement. But the moment one starts to describe what the film does, or even what it's about, a certain amount of dissension sets in.

Nemes and his lead actor, Géza Röhrig, have consistently described their intentions as wanting viewers to experience viscerally and as accurately as possible what Sonderkommando members went through in Auschwitz in October 1944. These were the Jewish prisoners obliged to lead other Jews into the gas chambers, search their clothes for valuables before, during, and after the gassing, and then dispose of their bodies—carting them off, burning them, and then shoveling away their ashes, receiving in return slightly better food and quarters before eventually being exterminated themselves. The only direct records we have of their experience were written and buried by a few members—we may be witnessing one such burial, out of focus, in the film's opening shot—to be read by future generations. Nemes made his film to honor these accounts, adding that he's left interpretations of this experience quite open.

Nemes compels us to witness the horrors of the Holocaust only peripherally, the way that his protagonist, a Hungarian Sonderkommando named Saul Ausländer, sees them during his forced labor. The film begins and ends with images that exist independently of Saul's perceptions, but most of the shots in between, while not literally subjective, are restricted to his field of vision, often in close-up. (Nemes even extends this narrow perspective to the vintage technical specs, using a narrow screen ratio and 35-millimeter film; this is why Son of Saul screens in Chicago at Music Box and not elsewhere.) And the dialogue, by Nemes and his cowriter, novelist Clara Royer—in German, Yiddish, Hungarian, and Polish—is equally constrained, consisting of terse and telegraphic whispered exchanges that are all the prisoners can manage while being hustled or hurtled from one job to the next.

I assume this storytelling strategy is what led the New York Times's Manohla Dargis to describe the film, in a report from Cannes, as "radically dehistoricized" and "intellectually repellent"—attributes that I'd be more inclined to assign to the period bloodbaths of Quentin Tarantino (including his latest, also showing at Music Box). But Tarantino's pop credentials seem to grant him a certain leeway denied to art movies. Dargis's Times colleague A.O. Scott concluded his mainly respectful review by writing that Nemes's "skill is undeniable, but also troubling. The movie offers less insight than sensation, an emotional experience that sits too comfortably within the norms of entertainment." In some respects this dimly recalls Theodor Adorno's famous 1949 statement—"To write poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric"—albeit presumably revised to allow for the playfully impudent entertainments of a Tarantino, if not for the visceral art strategies of a Nemes, who plays for higher stakes.

Complicating all this is the narrative thread Nemes has chosen: during one operation, Saul witnesses the seeming miracle of a Jewish boy briefly surviving the gas chamber (before being smothered to death by a Nazi soldier) and then becomes obsessed with the notion of giving the boy's corpse a proper Jewish funeral with a rabbi, improbably declaring to other prisoners that the boy is his son. Given Saul's own circumstances, including his stated conviction to another prisoner that "we're already dead," his obsession with granting the boy a Jewish funeral is completely irrational—though as filmmaker Mehrnaz Saeed-Vafa has pointed out to me, no more irrational than the obsession of Mr. Badii in Abbas Kiarostami's Taste of Cherry to find someone who will bury him after he commits suicide in an open grave. Each is a given we're obliged to accept in order to follow the film's narrative, and once we accept it, we find ourselves at the center of an ambiguous parable about life as well as death.

This is where the real dissension sets in, not only over what the film does but in what it's about. I would argue that Saul's mission is a practical way of holding on to his sanity in the midst of facilitating the genocide of his own people (even as he fails to help implement a planned escape from the camp and unwittingly causes the death of at least one of his crew). By contrast, critic J. Hoberman, writing in Tablet, calls Son of Saul "a movie set in Auschwitz that concerns a member of the Sonderkommando who goes mad," which I suppose makes an equal amount of sense.

A former assistant to Béla Tarr (Sátántangó, Werckmeister Harmonies), another Hungarian, Nemes is no less concerned than his mentor with implicating the viewer in the movements and perceptions of his characters and in their moral and humanist consequences, without ever explicitly judging who they are or what they do—the style of a rigorous existential taskmaster. But Tarr's rhythms are slow whereas Nemes's are frenetic, giving us, like Saul, less time to think or reflect and more compulsion to act or react spontaneously. Seeing the film as a Jew who knew about the Sonderkommando (and who regarded their job and fate as the very worst of all the Nazis' crimes) but who'd never been forced to identify with them, I found myself sharing Saul's panic and predicament, and that response becomes part of the meaning and significance of the parable.

The hero's full name becomes another part—not only Ausländer (German for "foreigner") but also Saul, which suggests the Saul who became Saint Paul on the road to Damascus, and which moves us from Judaism to a wider sense of humanity. After the hero escapes with other prisoners from the camp and loses the boy's corpse in a river, he briefly spies another boy—alive, Polish, and clearly not Jewish—and for the only time in the film, Saul smiles, beatifically, out of the simple pleasure of seeing a living child. Finally, the claustrophobic spell of tribal Judaism—decreed in Auschwitz by the Nazis and Saul alike as the ultimate curse or blessing—has been broken, and in the film's closing moments there emerges something transcendental, fleeting, and even faintly hopeful.  v

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Director: László Nemes

Producer: Gábor Sipos, Gábor Rajna and Judit Stalter

Cast: Géza Röhrig, Levente Molnár, Todd Charmont, Sándor Zsótér, Marcin Czarnik, Uwe Lauer, Christian Harting, Kamil Dobrowolski, Amitai Kedar, Juli Jakab and Attila Fritz

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