By Alan Scherstuhl
By Charles Taylor
By Melissa Anderson
By Inkoo Kang
By Amy Nicholson
By Sam Weisberg
By Stephanie Zacharek
By Chuck Wilson
Returning to movie screens a full generation after its initial 1985 theatrical run, Claude Lanzmanns Shoah has in many ways become obscured by its reputation. Whether or not youve ever seen a frame of the film, you probably know of its monumental length (nine and a half hours), grave subject (the systemic extermination of European Jews), and value as an historic document of witness (landmark). It has come to serve as a solemn metaphor for remembrance, as well as for butt-numbing endurance.
From the very outset, the film was subject to extra-theatrical debate, hyperbole, and misunderstanding, trailed by Polish nationalist gripes and greeted stateside by a Pauline Kaelsize backlash (a long moan, from an anti-Gentilian paranoid, was her bewildering angle). Steven Spielberg muddied matters by naming his very different project of filmed witness the Shoah Foundation; Jean-Luc Godard has spent the past two decades dialectically shadowboxing with Lanzmanns decision to omit historical footage; and a Holocaust industry, which the Voices own J. Hoberman ruefully dubbed Shoah business, continues to flood screens with all manner of death-camp entertainment. But to talk of Shoah only in terms of moral compulsion or epic length is to miss the multitude of Lanzmanns decisions, his shot-by-shot brilliancefrom revelatory tracks and pans to dramatically self-contained long takesand dauntless commitment to crafting history as a totalizing work of cinema. Inside a major narrative are minor movements, poetic repetitions, and an allegorical frame that begins with a vision of the mythical river Styx and ends with a Lumière-like train advancing, freighting the unthinkable.
From the very beginning, Lanzmann told me during a recent visit to New York, I thought only about cinema. The directors much-discussed decision to not use archival footage, to restrict his scope to testimonies personally obtained and to shots of vacated postwar landscapes, served as a kind of gauntlet for subsequent artistic considerations of the Holocaust. In Shoah, history is recounted, imagined, retraced, summoned. We dont ever see what the calamity looked like, never even see snapshots, but, rather, recognize its reflection on every subject we meetbe they survivors, accomplices, or bystanders. As Hoberman wrote in these pages, the film compels you to imagine the unimaginable. Without archival material, the entirety of whats seen and heard was Lanzmanns to construct.
Shoah is a pure creation, Lanzmann said. There was nothing to film. There was only the nothingness. For a key sequence shot at the train station in Treblinka, he worked with what could be called historically appropriate props, re-enacting, in a sense, the passage of a death train to its terminal destination. I had to invent the scene, he said. To hire the locomotive and find this locomotive driver. To create this. It was one of the reasons why Ive said that Shoah is hardly a documentary. The categorization between fiction and documentary is completely blurred. Indeed, even mentioning the D-word makes the 85-year-old philosopher, journalist, and former French resistance fighter ornery. When I hear you use the word documentary, he said, a slight smile creeping up his totemic visage. I would like to take out a pistol, yes.
Unlike his discursive film, he tends toward declaration, with the impact of his words perhaps taking precedence over their supportability. One can debate the definition or even the need for the documentary distinction, but if such a category exists, Shoah certainly belongs to it, and Lanzmann, employing the patience of cinema vérité the interrogative gaze of Errol Morris, and even the righteous ambush tactics of a Michael Moore, is a pre-eminent documentarian. What ultimately matters is that artistic methods were employed to serve irrefutable facts. His pursuit of historical exactitudeon camera, he demands that every statistic, every minute detail be described in fullin a sense freed him, both on location and in the editing studio. There was no conflict, he said, between his obligations to the subject matter and his aesthetic design. I constantly had to choose art.
What distinguishes Shoah from most of the films about the Shoah that followed is its refusal to turn away from the irreconcilable fact of mass extermination. Jewish survivors are interviewed, but not about their survival. They havent prevailed over deaththey are witnesses to it. There is an obsession with survivors, Lanzmann said, referring to both the Hollywoodization of the Holocaust as well as to a particularly American preference for happy endings and Christian redemption. Schindlers List, Saving Private Ryan, and all that. Shoah is not a film about survival. It is a film about death. Not one [of the films survivors] should have been able to survive, because they were all sentenced to death.
And in this sense, Lanzmanns narrative functions very much like a ghost story. I always said that the Jewish protagonists of Shoah should not be called survivors, but revenantin French, meaning returned from the dead, phantoms, ghosts. For nine and a half hours, Shoah is a record of whats missing. From the overgrown fields and rocky monuments at Treblinka and the snowcapped piles of rubble of Birkenau to the outlines of Warsaw Ghetto flats long leveled, the camera stares at a vacancy. The Nazis succeeded in cleansing these regions of Jews, and Lanzmann wont let us turn from this truth. Film can record whats apparent, but he shows how the medium can also document what isnt. Told what was, what really happened, were encouraged to fill in the blanks. Its all still there, no less haunting, devastating or essential than it ever was.
Claude Lanzmanns Shoah opens December 10 at Lincoln Plaza and December 24 at the IFC Center
Join My Voice Nation for free stuff, film info & more!