<b>Director Series</b> <i>Day 13: Steven Spielberg (2/3)</i> Absolutely horrific and absolutely brilliantly done. It’s tough to tackle such a terrible topic, but Spielberg shows history in all of its misery.

[9.9/10] How do you go about capturing something as immense and horrifying as the Holocaust on film? It is an event that stretched across countries, with an unimaginable, unending array of horrors, that feels too big to be contained within the feeble confines of celluloid. But Steven Spielberg and his team somehow manage it, by going big and going small. Spielberg gives us avatars for the different sides of this experience. He gives us Itzhak Stern, to channel the desperation, the resourcefulness, the unceasing fear of the Jews driven from their homes and then forced into camps. He gives us Amon Goeth, to symbolize the utter inhumanity, the callousness of the people who carried out such atrocities, who saw their captives and victims as less than human and acted accordingly. And he gives us Oskar Schindler, and with him, the arc of a man who goes from seeing the Jews as a means to an end, of profit and personal gain, to helping them a little when he can, to realizing that he’s sold his soul and trying to do everything he can to buy it back. Through these central figures, Schindler in particular, the film brings grand, wide-ranging concepts down to earth: the dehumanization of the Jewish people, the different shades of wanton cruelty visited upon them, the gradual realization of their plight by the world, the good works that created light in the darkness, and the bureaucratic state that treated the harvesting and expungement of human lives like a series of numbers on a ledger. But he also stretches beyond those avatars, to capture the horrors of one of humanity’s great shames as a series of chaotic, disquieting events that affected massive numbers of people. Spielberg’s camera does not shy away from panic, the tumult, the hiding, the casual deaths doled out in the streets in the “liquidation” of the Krakow ghetto. It doesn't flinch from the masses of people loaded into trains, stripped and prodded and treated like animals, and falling apart as families are split up, spouses are separated, and parents see their children blithely led to the slaughter. It holds the tension to the last when a group of Jewish women are disrobed, shaved, and sent into a shower, uncertain whether they are being disinfected, or sent to their deaths. Through all of this, Schindler’s List provides a sea of familiar faces, individuals who are less fully-developed characters, but still given personalities, connections, quirks, and specific hopes and fears, that make them more than the indistinct mass of humanity their Nazi tormentors see them as. They are distinguished just enough to make them memorable, relatable, recognizable, but their concerns, their reactions and mere persistence or faltering within these stomach-churning events, are real and universal enough to make them stand-ins for the broader horrors faced by so many like them in the Holocaust. The film expertly balances their humanity and the way they represent the humanity of so many other, saved or caught or lost, in the Third Reich’s mortal machinery. The film, in fact, treats it like machinery. That’s not to say there is pure dispassionate indifference here. One of Schindler’s List’s most intriguing choices is its treatment of Amon Goeth as someone profoundly real and expressive -- in his boorish laughter, his twisted affections for his conscripted maid, his brief and faltering attempts to own the power of mercy -- but also someone with no shred of empathy in him, for whom murder is either an idle sport or a mundane necessity of his job, until the very suffering or salvation of the people under his watch becomes one extneded joke. But at the same time, the editing and framing choices emphasize the efficiency, the bureaucracy the meticulousness of the Nazis as they processed the Jews into fungible goods and slave labor and ash. Spielberg returns repeatedly to the images of the “listmakers”, the names being typed onto pages, the stamps that dictate life or death, the regimented memorialization of letters and numbers that either allow humble, blameless Polish Jews to hang onto their lives, or condemn them to an untimely death. This is not the rush of the battlefield or the fog of war or the uncertainty of combat. It is the systematic extraction and extermination of a people at the hands of the state, done with governmental imprimatur. It is one of history’s greatest horrors regularly delivered with the desultory indifference of a civil servant. At the same time, Spielberg and company take pains to show the contrast between the lives led by the German officers and private businessman who thrive on this murder and forced labor, and the beleaguered Jews struggling simply to survive. The film juxtaposes the lavish parties Schindler joins with the S.S. officers, and scenes of the squalor of the ghettos. He contrasts decadent pleasures of the flesh and of stunning artistic displays, with private beatings by officers who hate the cause of their own twisted feelings, and life events eked out by Jews in captivity. Without ever having a character speak out to condemn this disparity, he lets the disparity speak for itself in the distance between the casual horrors of mass enslavement and extermination, and the flush, spoils-of-war indulgences of those who profit from it. That’s aided by the black and white aesthetic of the film. That choice certainly bolters moments like when a colorful flame juts back into the monochromatic world of the film, signifying the traditions carried despite the time they were almost snuffed out, or Schindler recognizes the red coat of a little girl that helps spur him to recognize the abominations of these acts and the humanity of the people who suffer under them. But it also allows Spielberg and director of photography Janusz Kaminski to make light the focus of their images. The flash of gunfire illuminates and identifies the killings that take place in the Krakow Ghetto. The light that shines on Schindler’s face as he leans out of the shadows to comfort Helen Hirsch after she describes the terror-filled unpredictability of Goeth’s arbitrary murders cuts a contrast in the us vs. them divide. And it creates a stark beauty but also a grim frankness to swaths of liberated refugees walking down a hill, or clothless people forced to run in circles so they can be examined, or the bursts of smoke and ash that signal the ending crush of human suffering practically automated. It makes Schindler’s List feel older than it is, whilst channeling the dark realities the film unflinchingly confronts. It confronts them with the crowds of Jews, the lists of names, thrown into the mortal whims of men who view them as subhuman, to be killed, abused, utilized, or saved. It confronts them with the story of a man who comes to see that invisible machine, the input and output of war, and laments his myopic part in it, and changes enough to save whom he can whilst decrying the more he might have saved. And it confronts us with the unimaginable scope and brutality and lost humanity, channeling the experience into a visceral three hours of trials and loss, of shameful joys and undeserved deaths, of regimented destruction and unsanctioned survival. It is, in a word, a masterpiece. It is a hard watch, but also a film that accomplishes the impossible -- it captures the all-encompassing maw of the Holocaust, the acts that called into question our very souls as a species, the kindesses and losses that helped to affirm them, into a film so attuned to make us recoil, that also makes it impossible to look away, to cover our eyes, or do anything but reflect and remember what was done and what was lost.

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Je sais pas pourquoi je m’inflige le fait de voir 2 films sur la 2GM à la suite. Incroyablement beau et traumatisant à la fois. Je met pas 5 car Come and See m’a beaucoup plus touché, ouais je sais c’est pas bien mais je l’ai compare

[8.75/10] I watched Schindler's List for the first time on Sunday, then rewatched it the next day because I just felt it was a lot to take in. It’s an excellent film, deeply impactful, but a few aspects left me frustrated. While it’s impossible to make a perfect film, I do feel Spielberg’s work here is certainly deserving of its high praise. One of my main frustrations was the unclear reasons behind Schindler's shift from self-serving businessman to savior of over 1,100 human lives. The story Spielberg tells is easy to follow but vague at times (rightfully so, since the full truth has been lost to history). I do feel that a different, equally powerful story could have been told. For example, Itzhak Stern’s role in saving those lives was, to me, just as, if not more, heroic than Schindler’s. The film doesn’t quite capture the full extent of his dedication and sacrifice, which played a critical role in the survival of so many. Spielberg does an admirable job balancing realism with respect for the Holocaust victims. The brutality is toned down, which helps preserve the emotional weight of the story, though it does make the grief of the Jewish people feel somewhat less tangible, especially at the end. The portrayal of Schindler’s breakdown over not saving more people while his Jewish workers consoled him seemed so forced. It stood out as the film’s most awkward moment. Especially after learning that there’s no historical evidence to suggest this actually happened (although I do understand that Schindler expressed remorse in that regard later). To me, the scene felt disconnected from the rest of the movie. Ralph Fiennes’ portrayal of Amon Goeth was very chilling and showcases the cruelty of the Nazis effectively. A questionable aspect was the depiction of the Nazi men's lovers. The nudity and sexual elements there felt so out of place. I thought perhaps the intent was to show the contrast and parallels between the experiences of both German Nazi and Jewish women. But upon further reflection, perhaps these scenes were designed to provoke further discomfort in the audience. If that was the goal, it succeeded, but I still think it could have been skipped or done differently. The final scenes, though poignant, lacked the sense of exhaustion and grief that would have been felt after the war’s end. That said, it would probably be tough to achieve that without risking exploitation. Still, Schindler’s List is a powerful and unsettling film, and Spielberg's vision is both strong and respectful. While I may rewatch it one day, it’s not likely to be anytime soon.

&gt;"Power is when we have every justification to kill, and we don't." This is by far the best movie about the holocaust. Not all war movies show you the worst parts of war but Schindler's List doesn't shy away from that. It is difficult to watch, but that's the point. Everything from the script to the score to the cast is borderline perfect.