The evaporation of history. Forever. Hell persists with our refusal to look at our creation of it.
In The Zone of Interest, you’ll find more shots and conversations about the Hoss’ well-cared garden and its variety of flowers than mentions of Hitler and the Nazi party combined. You’ll see the only actions of remote good reduced to the coldness of thermal cameras, only capable of occurring in the darkness of night. You’ll hear the rumbles of hell (both Mica Levi’s…
Would love this SO much more if it didn’t elicit the exact reaction it’s so eager to criticize. Literally opens with the Tár Juilliard scene by way of Aaron Sorkin (just as eye-rolling as it sounds) but thankfully gets more tolerable, even if it never touches anything resembling button-pushing. At least Jefferson allows Monk’s family enough time and development for this to be less of a STATEMENT and more of a witty (if still overly didactic) perspective. For a film…