Nazis, Nazis, Nazis. Boy, do we Americans ever love Nazis! Okay, maybe we don’t love them love them, but we sure love watching them in the movies. And we love rewarding them. Play a Nazi, shoot a Nazi, be shot by a Nazi. Oscars for you, my friends! Oscars all around!
This year might be the year of the Nazis. We Americans are sick of morally ambiguous wars and complicated world problems like “global warming” and “the economy.” Give us a good black and white morality tale set in 1940s Germany! The main character can be a lovable child, a sexy but illiterate concentration camp guard, or even Tom Cruise in an eyepatch. I don’t care, as long as there’s Nazis!
But the reviewing establishment is getting a little sick of the Holocaust, and I can understand why. A.O. Scott says recent movies of this sort are just rehashing clichés: emaciated, bald women in showers; evil tow-headed men speaking in clipped German tones as they toss another naked child onto the pile; a single echoing gunshot as the main character meets his doom. “Remembering” the Holocaust the same way over and over and over, according to Scott, is just another way of forgetting, of replacing historical memory with recycled Hollywood visuals and simplistic themes. Based on Manohla Dargis’s (rather hilarious) reviews of The Boy in the Striped Pajamas and The Reader, I think she agrees with him.
Hey, I’m nominally Jewish, and I happen to agree, too. Enough with the Nazis already! (But then, I was the girl in high school who read Night by Elie Wiesel and, dry-eyed, said, “So the moral is the Holocaust was bad?” I’ve hardly read every Holocaust movie or book ever written, but Maus is the only one that said something new to me, and I recommend it wholeheartedly if you’ve never read it before. Otherwise, I can take or leave the genre.)
So we’ll do away with Nazi movies. Fine. But what A.O. Scott’s article fails to answer is what we’ll replace them with. Lucky for you, I have some ideas.