Thursday, July 31, 2003
The details all ring true: The mordant gloom of the eternally-cloudy skies of southeastern Poland, the casual gradations of violence and murder inside what amounts to a religious temple devoted to violence and murder, the passing tableaux of life in an extermination camp presented without leering or editorial commentary. There is an invented subplot involving a young girl who survives the gas chamber, but it rings true.
I love nearly all of the cast, especially Steve Buscemi, David Arquette, and Daniel Benzali. Harvey Keitel's psychotronic German accent is annoying as hell, but I got over it after a while.
This is one of those odd, rare films that I can't talk about in terms of quality, whether it's good or bad. It just sort of is.