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The prob­lem with Hollywood’s rep­re­sen­ta­tion of the Holocaust

07 Apr 2010

Words by Tom Seymour

Crowd of people in black and white, with a young girl in a red coat standing alone in the foreground.
Crowd of people in black and white, with a young girl in a red coat standing alone in the foreground.
Why are Tinseltown’s depic­tions of this atroc­i­ty so often reduced to lit­tle more than fail­ing memories?

Cin­e­ma has long been fas­ci­nat­ed by World War Two and its infi­nite lega­cy. War films, biopics and his­tor­i­cal dra­mas chron­i­cling the events of the 1930s and 40s pro­vide film­mak­ers with the oppor­tu­ni­ty to reclaim com­mon nar­ra­tives, crys­tallise cer­tain aspects of nation­al iden­ti­ty, draw atten­tion to fig­ures who may have become over­looked and, cru­cial­ly, to serve as trib­utes to those lost.

In Amer­i­can cin­e­ma, the archi­tects of the New Hol­ly­wood move­ment – Mar­tin Scors­ese, Bri­an De Pal­ma, Fran­cis Ford Cop­po­la and Steven Spiel­berg – have con­tin­u­al­ly con­front­ed the unspeak­able hor­rors that cast a shad­ow over their gen­er­a­tion. The unimag­in­able tragedies of places like Dachau, Oma­ha Beach, Bagh­dad and the Laos jun­gle have been imag­ined in Spielberg’s Schindler’s List and Sav­ing Pri­vate Ryan, Coppola’s Apoc­a­lypse Now and, more recent­ly, De Palma’s Redact­ed and Scorsese’s Shut­ter Island.

But what’s more impor­tant when depict­ing a mas­sive human tragedy? Truth­ful­ness or taste­ful­ness? Art or realism?

Spiel­berg, him­self a sec­ond gen­er­a­tion Amer­i­can Ortho­dox Jew with no direct famil­ial con­tact to Auschwitz, pro­vid­ed a water­shed moment in cinema’s rep­re­sen­ta­tion of the Holo­caust. With its aus­tere mono­chrome and extend­ed takes, Schindler’s List bor­rows from the post-war neo­re­al­ist style of films like Rober­to Rossellini’s Rome, Open City and Vito­rio De Sica’s Bicy­cle Thieves. But it also exhibits con­ven­tion­al Hol­ly­wood sto­ry­telling val­ues – an episod­ic plot, an arc that leans towards sen­ti­men­tal­i­ty and a dichoto­my between two moral­ly polarised cen­tral char­ac­ters (both played by British actors, as is the Hol­ly­wood way when it comes to por­tray­ing Nazis).

Ever since Schindler’s List was released in 1993, lin­ear, char­ac­ter-dri­ven nar­ra­tives with high pro­duc­tion val­ues and an atten­tion to ver­i­fi­able real­ism have become the de fac­to method of rep­re­sent­ing the Holo­caust. For bet­ter or worse, the results are typ­i­cal­ly admirable, mid­dle­brow and for­mal – Stephen Daldry’s The Read­er, Roman Polanski’s The Pianist, Mark Herman’s The Boy in the Striped Pyja­mas and Ste­fan Rusowitzky’s The Coun­ter­feit­ers are notable examples.

With the par­tial exemp­tion of Boy in the Striped Pyja­mas, each of these films shares a com­mon thread – they flinch away from the appalling real­i­ties of the Holo­caust, often cir­cum­nav­i­gat­ing the death camps entire­ly. In the The Read­er, which takes place pri­or to and after the war, Ralph Fiennes’ char­ac­ter vis­its a domi­ciled Holo­caust sur­vivor with an offer of penance. Noth­ing comes out of the camps, ” she terse­ly tells him, almost in way of explanation.

Con­verse­ly, Shut­ter Island was crit­i­cised for its sup­posed inac­cu­ra­cies – dis­play­ing the bod­ies of Auschwitz vic­tims, ful­ly clothed, in frozen piles when doc­u­men­tary footage sug­gests they were found in order­ly lines. In Scorsese’s height­ened cin­e­mat­ic world, how­ev­er, images of Auschwitz exist as frag­ments of dream or mem­o­ry, and as such doubt is cast over their authen­tic­i­ty. Shut­ter Island is a con­scious­ly revi­sion­ist por­tray­al of the Holo­caust, a nar­ra­tive house of cards that ful­ly acknowl­edges its cin­e­mat­ic heritage.

Schindler’s List came clos­est to show­ing the true hor­rors of the gas cham­bers with its noto­ri­ous show­er scene, for which it received crit­i­cism in some quar­ters. Hun­gar­i­an Jew­ish author Imre Kertész, a Holo­caust sur­vivor, observed that Schindler’s List fal­si­fied the expe­ri­ence of the Holo­caust as fun­da­men­tal­ly alien to human nature: It is obvi­ous the Amer­i­can Spiel­berg, who inci­den­tal­ly wasn’t even born until after the War, has and can have no idea of the authen­tic real­i­ty of a Nazi con­cen­tra­tion camp. I regard as kitsch any rep­re­sen­ta­tion of the Holo­caust that is inca­pable of under­stand­ing or unwill­ing to under­stand the organ­ic con­nec­tion between our own deformed mode of life (whether in the pri­vate sphere or on the lev­el of civil­i­sa­tion’ as such) and the very pos­si­bil­i­ty of the Holocaust.”

Should we crit­i­cise these films for their inevitable, enforced verisimil­i­tude? Should we expect them to reveal the dark­est parts of human­i­ty under the pre­text of increas­ing under­stand­ing, or is there a duty to con­form to a cer­tain moral lit­er­a­cy which the vic­tims of the Holo­caust were sim­ply not afforded?

Each exists on the premise of fail­ure. It is, of course, impos­si­ble to accu­rate­ly and authen­ti­cal­ly pro­vide an insight into what it was like to be Jew­ish dur­ing World War Two, to live and die at the hands of the Nazis. It’s also impos­si­ble to ful­ly under­stand the trau­mat­ic stress­es of war­fare in Brit­tany or Viet­nam or Iraq. The game is rigged, but nev­er­the­less, for the sake of remem­brance, it needs to be played.

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