Domestic Holocaust
Jonathon Taylor’s adaptation of the novel by Martin Amis is a cold affair. Cold, chilling and hard work.
Filmed as if it was a fly on the wall documentary we follow the everyday life of Hedwig Hoss ( Sandra Hüller) the wife of Auschwitz Commander Rudolph( Christian Friedel) who runs her household of five children, maids and gardeners in a well appointed modern town house, feet from the concentration camp wall. Her house and particularly her garden is her pride and joy, and it is soon apparent that the war and her marriage has elevated her in rank and privilege to become the self proclaimed “Queen of Auschwitz “
We see very little of the camp itself , save for the fire in the sky chimneys of the crematoria, casting light and noise in the night like something from Tolkien .
But we hear it.
The factory hum of machinery and traffic, the constant shootings and occasional screams , this is the backdrop to a horror ignored by Hedwig who raises her family in the Hitler Way, with good food, exercise, fresh air and country pursuits .
The negative effects of living such a life is lost on the adults but we glimpse how the children have reacted. One sleep walks nightly, another collects human teeth, two others swim in the river and are covered in human remains and have to scrubbed in the kitchen sink whilst another boy, rather heartbreakingly listens passively as a prisoner is drowned by guards for not following orders.
Only one person is shown to acknowledge the horror of the Hoss’ new life and that is Hedwig’s mother who leaves the family home in the middle of the night to escape the world beyond the garden wall.
This is a hard watch. The actors are given little to soften their characters and the sounds of the camp never leave the narrative and wear you down by the end the film.
