Clean and cold and deeply fucked up. Jonathan Glazer's The Zone of Interest is a movie about sound. It's bout what we hear, what we know is happening and what we decide to behave as if we can ignore.
I guess I want to say, though, that The Zone of Interest didn’t really surprise me. It felt rather like a shorter, more colorful version of Haneke’s The White Ribbon to me.
I loved the ending, of course. I just rather felt as if the film hadn't quite earned that amazing trip to the museum. I think it's difficult, too, to watch a movie where you really loathe all of the characters. It's hard to make a movie like that, and it's hard to watch a movie like that.
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