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A vic­tim­less geno­cide: the pol­i­tics of omis­sion in The Zone of Inter­est and Oppenheimer

14 Mar 2024

Words by Maia Wyman

Monochrome portrait of a man in a hat and suit, partially obscured by a vibrant red cloud or explosion in the background.
Monochrome portrait of a man in a hat and suit, partially obscured by a vibrant red cloud or explosion in the background.
While Jonathan Glaz­er and Christo­pher Nolan’s World War Two-set films have been crit­i­cal­ly laud­ed, their con­struc­tion rais­es ques­tions about how we digest images of sys­tem­at­ic murder.

Three films nom­i­nat­ed for Best Pic­ture at this year’s Oscars are about eth­ni­cal­ly-tar­get­ed mas­sacres: The Zone of Inter­est, Jonathan Glazer’s pen­e­trat­ing Holo­caust dra­ma; Oppen­heimer, Christo­pher Nolan’s sweep­ing biopic about the cre­ator of the atom­ic bomb that killed hun­dreds of thou­sands of Japan­ese civil­ians; and Killers of the Flower Moon, a West­ern epic direct­ed by Mar­tin Scors­ese which spot­lights the sys­tem­at­ic killings of the Osage peo­ple in ear­ly 20th cen­tu­ry Okla­homa. Of the three, how­ev­er, Killers of the Flower Moon is the only film to depict the per­spec­tive of vic­tims. Crit­i­cisms of this were quick­ly waved off with the response that, not only were these omis­sions the point of these films, but also that the choice to do so was an eth­i­cal one.

For decades film and media schol­ars have con­cerned them­selves with this very idea. In her inci­sive explo­ration of human­i­tar­i­an ad cam­paigns, The Spec­ta­tor­ship of Suf­fer­ing, Lilie Chou­liara­ki writes that this sup­pos­ed­ly altru­is­tic imagery, “…sep­a­rates itself from the zone of suf­fer­ing and deprives the suf­fer­ing oth­ers’ of their own sov­er­eign­ty as human beings.” For Chou­liara­ki, to make suf­fer­ing vis­i­ble is often to inad­ver­tent­ly dehu­man­ize it.

I have long sided with this belief. As a child, I would flip through my aunt’s Pulitzer pho­tog­ra­phy book, winc­ing at images of lit­tle Viet­namese girls burn­ing with Napalm and Bangladeshi men being beat­en to death by mobs, and wish I had nev­er looked. Over the years, I became more crit­i­cal towards the hyper­vis­i­bil­i­ty of racial­ized bod­ies in media – con­cerned that those who bear wit­ness to the suf­fer­ing of peo­ple far away may be exhaust­ed by these images and, deep in the recess­es of the mind, shut them­selves off to it. Empa­thy turns into apa­thy. Guilt turns into morbidity.

Crit­ics of Holo­caust films have echoed this sen­ti­ment. Most infa­mous­ly, Michael Haneke derid­ed Steven Spielberg’s seis­mic 1993 dra­ma Schindler’s List for turn­ing the Holo­caust into enter­tain­ment. The solu­tion that often aris­es in these debates is that film­mak­ers should strive towards objec­tiv­i­ty, so as to not sen­sa­tion­al­ize suf­fer­ing. Respon­si­bil­i­ty,” argues Haneke, entails enabling your audi­ence to remain inde­pen­dent and free of manipulation.”

Three women in 1940s clothing stand by a window in a domestic interior.

The Zone of Inter­est is a response to these crit­i­cisms. Jonathan Glaz­er has main­tained that, in depict­ing the Holo­caust, he want­ed his film to appear as unau­thored” as pos­si­ble – a goal he undoubt­ed­ly achieves. He cap­tures his sub­jects, SS offi­cer Rudolf Höss and his fam­i­ly, with wide aus­tere shots and a mut­ed colour palette, as they mean­der about their idyl­lic home which sits on the bor­der of Auschwitz. To under­score the idea that evil can be fright­en­ing­ly banal, Glaz­er places his visu­al focus on the mun­dane tasks of the fam­i­ly as they climb the ranks of the Nazi Par­ty, rather than the abject hor­rors occur­ring on the oth­er side of the fence. We are left to imag­ine these hor­rors through lush sound beds of smoke blasts, firearms, and pierc­ing screams. This choice, accord­ing to Glaz­er, relies on the notion that audi­ences, already know the imagery of the camps from actu­al archive footage.”

Iron­i­cal­ly, Spiel­berg had also approached Schindler’s List this way, admit­ting he felt more like a reporter than a film­mak­er” dur­ing the shoot. You can see this in the film which, for all its tra­di­tion­al Hol­ly­wood emo­tion­al­i­ty, is shot with an often unsteady cam­era, and ren­dered in black and white to mim­ic the look of a war photograph.

Con­verse­ly, while Oppen­heimer has been praised for its eth­i­cal omis­sion, Nolan defend­ed his deci­sion not to depict the vic­tims in Hiroshi­ma or Nagasa­ki on the basis of sub­jec­tiv­i­ty. If we’re to expe­ri­ence the film through the eyes of J. Robert Oppen­heimer, then we must be as removed from the events in Japan as he was. After all, he found out when the bomb was dropped at the same time every­one else did. Like Glaz­er, Nolan said his film is as much about what I don’t show as what I show.” The pow­er, they argue, is the absence.

Regard­less of their approach, what these direc­tors seem to be reach­ing towards in depict­ing war and geno­cide is the truth. Some answer to atrocity.

In light of an ongo­ing geno­cide in Gaza, I find myself with­out answers. No doubt the spec­ta­tor­ship of suf­fer­ing has tak­en its toll. When Aaron Bush­nell mar­tyred him­self in front of the Israeli embassy in Wash­ing­ton D.C, peo­ple on my social media feed who had nev­er before spo­ken out about Gaza rushed to share his image. Observ­ing how clear­ly they were moved by the vio­lence that had been wrought upon him, I am remind­ed which bod­ies we are trained to be moved by.

Headshot of a man in a suit gazing upwards with a pensive expression against a blurred green background.

Yet, every day, Gazans plead with us to keep look­ing. Scrolling through end­less images of a suf­fer­ing made invis­i­ble, my rage com­pels me to act. As white phos­pho­rus con­tin­ues to fall, it becomes all too clear that geno­cide, as it occurs in real-time, is easy to ignore. So easy, that Glazer’s brave con­dem­na­tion of the geno­cide in his Oscars accep­tance speech was met with a smat­ter­ing of applause and con­sid­er­able pub­lic crit­i­cism. The Acad­e­my is noto­ri­ous for a bare­ly-con­cealed pref­er­ence towards war films, but anti-war sen­ti­ments have his­tor­i­cal­ly been met with respons­es rang­ing from ambiva­lence to ani­mus dur­ing the cer­e­mo­ny. Noise from the pro­tes­tors out­side the Dol­by The­atre was com­plete­ly inaudi­ble to a large­ly imper­vi­ous crowd inside. And so, the ethics of omis­sion feel less tenable.

Like Lilie Chou­liara­ki, Susan Son­tag also prob­lema­tizes the spec­ta­tor­ship of suf­fer­ing – par­tic­u­lar­ly as it per­tains to wartime imagery. Her pri­ma­ry issue, how­ev­er, is with author­ship: Those who stress the evi­den­tiary punch of image-mak­ing by cam­eras have to finesse the ques­tion of the sub­jec­tiv­i­ty of the image­mak­er.” There are a num­ber of choic­es behind every image (fram­ing, dis­tance, com­po­si­tion, light­ing) which under­mine its veracity.

While The Zone of Inter­est and Oppen­heimer may sig­nal an eth­i­cal” trend towards pro­tect­ing the dig­ni­ty of vic­tims, these films are still authored. The Zone of Inter­est is exe­cut­ing a con­cept. Its imagery is so metaphor­i­cal that the film has in turn been likened to an art instal­la­tion. But while this cool intel­lec­tu­al­ism effec­tive­ly con­veys its theme, banal­i­ty is not the only mark­ing of a Nazi. There is also sadism. Unlike his fam­i­ly, Höss was not detached. He inflict­ed dai­ly cru­el­ty upon his pris­on­ers, strik­ing with the fanat­i­cal hand of hatred. In a close­ly cropped shot, the emp­ty, vic­tim­less sky behind Höss as he barks at the pris­on­ers is deliberate.

While Oppen­heimer was by no means a sadist, the public’s eager­ness to cheer him on was born of the Amer­i­can war machine’s inten­tion­al and hate­ful dehu­man­iza­tion of Japan­ese peo­ple. In a now icon­ic gym­na­si­um scene, Nolan con­veys Oppenheimer’s anx­i­ety by play­ing with extreme uses of light, sound, and depth of field. He also visu­al­izes the unspeak­able effects of Oppenheimer’s weapon – skin peel­ing off the face of a white woman, a charred, face­less corpse. The result is a scene which con­veys not so much a spe­cif­ic con­cern for the Japan­ese peo­ple (whose treat­ment both over­seas and at home takes a back­seat in the film to the McCarthy­ism that fol­lows it) but rather the psy­chic toll of what Oppen­heimer could’ve unleashed onto the rest of the world and his own peo­ple. Nolan’s film steps into a Hol­ly­wood tra­di­tion of pry­ing open the com­pli­cat­ed minds of Great Men. This choice extends an Amer­i­can sub­jec­tiv­i­ty that per­sists to this day when it’s asked to con­sid­er the atroc­i­ties its coun­try has committed.

The point” of these unde­ni­ably well-craft­ed films is com­part­men­tal­iza­tion – but it’s not hard to see the lim­its of a lim­it­ed per­spec­tive. Even in Killers of the Flower Moon, I felt myself yearn­ing for the per­spec­tive of the Osages, as the film slid to the sole view­point of the per­pe­tra­tors by its third act.

We will con­tin­ue to debate the respon­si­bil­i­ty of such films, but the sug­ges­tion that one is more eth­i­cal than the oth­er con­tains an impli­ca­tion that only one kind of film should be made. Each film makes vis­i­ble one truth of an impos­si­bly vast whole. Like Schindler’s List, the choice to frame these mas­sacres and geno­cides through the world­views of the per­pe­tra­tors may be every bit as dis­tanc­ing, dehu­man­iz­ing, and eth­i­cal as mak­ing suf­fer­ing visible.

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