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Ephraim 2022-03-24 09:03:01

Nacht und Nebel (Order of the Night Fog).

There are countless academic discussions about the Nazi slaughter of Jews, but how much has the good, evil, beauty and ugliness of the world changed with the passage of time?

The 32-minute film features calm footage, freeze-frame images, contrasting colors, restrained tones, and sharp but inexplicable questions.

How did the tragedy come about? How was it pushed? How is it used? And how was it forgotten? In Renai's footage, in the past ten years, the inhumane concentration camps of the past have been deserted. Weeds, trees, and repairs have buried all the heart-wrenching pains and struggles at that time. Although it is still cold and threatening, the audience (including tourists) All that can be seen is the remnants of houses, facilities, pictures and images. Hunger, sickness, poison gas, killing, madness, humiliation, blood, and the smell of disinfectant can only rely on the audience's imagination. But imagination is limited. As it says in the film, you can never experience it. After experiencing the shock of the soul, sighing and remembering, this place has become a place for tourists to take pictures in the warm sunlight and light breeze. Fifty years later, after a hundred years, what will people remember?

"It's not my fault." Everyone was deeply innocent. It is precisely the ignorance and indifference that fuel the flames, dooming one tragedies after another inevitable for mankind.

The fog will still cover the cold night. I hope that the conscience of human beings can help them clear their eyes, no longer follow the dark waves, but rise up to find the sun.

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Night and Fog quotes

  • Récitant/Narrator: Those of us who pretend to believe that all this happened at a certain time and in a certain place, and those who refuse to see, who do not hear the cry to the end of time.

  • Récitant/Narrator: As I speak to you now, the icy water of the ponds and ruins fill the hallows of the mass graves, a frigid and muddy water, as murky as our memory. War nods off to sleep, but keeps one eye always open.