Son of Saul – a review


The protagonist in Son of Saul – a man who finds life in death

I can think of many hells in recent history the human race has dumped upon itself in its tribal folly to rule the world. We could begin with Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

Genocide as a state pastime

Carpet bombing Vietnam and then saturating the earth with the poison Agent Orange is another indictment of the capacity the human race has for genocide. Pol Pot and his purges in neighbouring Cambodia is another. Both regions of war accumulated a death and destruction total greater than the First and the Second World Wars combined.

Then came the Sri Lankan government’s scorched earth policy against the Tamil Tigers, and any village or villagers who gave them sanctuary.

There are too many damning outrages to list from South America’s political history as created by the CIA, Chile writ larger than most. More recently we arrive at the Middle East and all the atrocities carried out there in the name of this or that rotten religious sect and USA-UK ‘democracy’. The office of Charlie Hebdo in Paris must have been a hell for all of twelve minutes, the brief time it took to wipe out a huddle of cartoonists.

In all cases the killers who perpetrated those crimes claimed righteous revenge. They all said virtue was on their side, the terrorists on our side, freedom fighters.

The sad thing is, the great protector of democracy and liberty, the American government, is behind every one of those examples I cite, either by proactive choice, or inadvertently by gross miscalculation. But the USA didn’t create the Third Reich, and certainly  never had a hand in Auschwitz or Buchenwald or Dachau.

Back then, the USA was the good guy. But some of its most prominent politicians and businessmen though Hitler, and Mussolini too, were ‘fine chaps’.

Let us not forget General Franco, the third narcissistic psychopath of the trio, who had opponents taken out and shot. He became president of Spain respected by the west, and enjoyed a long life. His followers are in Spain’s government now, in the cynically named ‘People’s Party’.

Hitler was ‘good’ at getting labour in line, and taming unions. The USA and Britain sent their ambassadors to glad hand the murderers. Nazis are just as gracious and cheery as we chaps when the occasion calls for it.

Well, the Nazis were good at genocide. I should know, two of my family were rescued from death camps, identity numbers branded on their arm. And they in turn brought more of their family to Scotland, a safe haven, a place to live a life.

Save the bad guys

It is on record, however, USA agents protected some German Nazi’s fleeing justice until they achieved a safe haven, and it’s an accepted fact the US space industry is based on the work of Nazi rocket scientists who were offered a livelihood in the USA in return for their knowledge and skills.

Less well known is the techniques of mind control normally called torture developed in Nazi death camps, and practiced in places such as Abu Ghraib.

Let no one suppose we are separated from the death camps by a new wave of respect for those who have a different culture from our own.


Extreme close ups leave us to imagine figures in the background on their way to the ovens

The height of efficiency

Nazi concentration camps were methodical, well-regimented factories for killing people hundreds at a time, on a conveyor belt, on schedule, denuded of all possessions and dignity. They were not obliterated by ‘strategic’ bombing, innocents caught in collateral damage. They were murdered by Nazi instruction typed on a memorandum.

They had a euphemism for everything in the camps to blank off the horrendous tasks they undertook. Burning bodies newly gassed, the guards in Saul shout the command, “Burn the pieces”. This is a film about man-made hell and an individual’s attempts to survive in it.

Son of Saul is one of the finest piece of work I’ve seen in years. There is nothing cinematically beautiful in it, except for the last minutes when the anti-hero find himself in repose among a copse of verdant new-in-leaf woods. For the film is encased in grim, monolithic concrete buildings. Son of Saul’s ending, might seem cliche, trite, a breakout from the camp, a few prisoners in possession of weapons, but it is dead men who have nothing to lose.

The film was garlanded with prizes at the 2015 Cannes Film Festival. Hungary’s Grand Prix win was directed by László Nemes’, a Palme d’Or winner. Last years jury consisted of the Coen brothers, and fellow directors Guillermo del Toro and Xavier Dolan, and actors Sophie Marceau, Sienna Miller and Jake Gyllenhaal. We here celebrate their mature taste in adult stories.

A rock solid masterpiece

Saul is the kind of masterpiece we hope the Scottish film industry is capable – correction: we know is capable – if only it could encourage enough indigenous talent to use film as an expression of story telling.

The film vindicates the approach of the Hungarian Film Fund, headed by Budapest-born Hollywood producer Andy Vajna, which underwent fundamental reform four years ago, and which our own Creative Scotland won’t ever realise because it’s mired in benign bureaucracy.

Son of Saul was bought for North American distribution by Sony Pictures Classics. They say the Jews and Italians run Hollywood, so it isn’t a surprise the film was seen as part of the “shared history” of countries that suffered from the war.

Scene upon scene lingers in the mind, a few will stay forever. That is a good thing. It forces us to remember.


It’s never safe to look an officer in the eye

The location

Saul takes place almost entirely in Auschwitz-Birkenau, late in the Second World War. Its protagonist is Saul Ausländer (Géza Röhrig), a Jew who has been deported from his native Hungary in 1944.

It was when Hungarian Jews arrived that the pace of murder in Auschwitz greatly accelerated—and when the Soviet Army was rumored to be approaching. The camp is both concentration camp for slave labour and an extermination camp.

Saul is a Sonderkommando, a squad of Jews ordered by the German overlords to facilitate the killing of other Jews. At the start of the film, Saul, with this group, ushers Jews from the dressing rooms, (where victims undress) rooms where they leave their clothing and valuables, and walk inside the showers, actually gas chambers.

The Sonderkommandos collect their valuables for the Germans, discards the clothing, and removes the corpses from the death chambers, scrub down the concrete floors of blood, vomit, and urine, ready for the next batch of victims.

Saul is not a collaborator. Sonderkommandos acted to save their lives, they were subjected to the same threats of murder as other Jewish inmates.

Closer than close up

The film is shot almost entirely in close ups, rarely off the emotionless, ashen, blank face of Saul. He knows he will die sooner or later. He performs his task like a funeral director who is certain the next coffin is his. The unfashionable 16mm framing was chosen to convey a feeling of claustrophobia, a sense we are there with Saul, unable to escape.

As Saul is dragging away bodies from a gas chamber, he thinks he sees his son. The boy is still alive, for a few minutes. The rest of the film concerns his attempts to find a Rabbi to give the boy a Jewish burial, a self-imposed task woven with the sub-story of his Sonderkommando inmate’s plan to escape.

One odd detail—Saul’s son is said to be the issue of an adulterous affair; it’s as if Saul were redeeming his mischief as a callow youth.

Saul becomes an accidental rebel. He reminds us some Jews actively and violently resisted the Nazi death regime. His story overturns the demeaning cliché that Jews went to their death passively, “like sheep”. (Scotiaphobes fresh out of their minds use similar terms against Scotland’s independence supporters, naming them ‘Nazis’ or ‘Cybernatz’.)

There’s many an attempt to show life and death in the Nazi camps, Spielberg’s Schindler’s List the most notable of recent times, but none with the graphic care of Saul. We witness it all, events held to the immediate background, slightly out of focus, in a shallow depth of field to engage our imagination.

The throat grasping photography is the work of Mátyás Erdély. He follows Saul’s increasingly demented attempts to regain his soul like a bat seeking out blood from a jugular vein. An alternative title is Soul of Saul.


A disused warehouse and a faked compound all that was needed to recreate the camp

Any cinematic depiction of the Holocaust is fraught with pitfalls. Nemes’ film is surely above such reproach. It’s relentless, horrifying, and skilfully implies the endless carnage going on in the background while driving forward a simple but powerful narrative which proves that, even in hell, you never stop being a parent.

Behind the images, incessantly, growling without a pause, we hear the hellish bellowing sounds of huge furnaces at work in the bowels of the earth.

Son of Saul is that rare thing, a miniature masterpiece, made on a shoestring, integrity intact every shot, thankfully the nearest any of us shall get to the horror of death camps outside faded photographs taken by Nazi guards as an aide memoir for the mess room.

I was profoundly moved, just as I was when reading Primo Levi’s This Is A Man.

  • Star Rating: Five plus
  • Director:  László Nemes
  • Starring: Géza Röhrig
  • Writer:  László Nemes,  Clara Royer
  • Cinematography: Mátyás Erdély
  • Rated: R – Violence plus nudity
  • Duration: 1 hr 47 mins
  • 5 plus: potential classic, innovative. 5: outstanding. 4: excellent. 3.5: excellent but flawed. 3: very good if formulaic. 2: straight to DVD. 1: crap; why did they bother?
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5 Responses to Son of Saul – a review

  1. I shall look out for this one. I think this type of film is important to remember this time in history, and sounds like this one leaves an impression, as it should. The Piano is a film I can never forget, for the scenes, and the emotions.

  2. richardcain2 says:

    Sounds like a great film, shall definitely keep an eye out.

    Just one quibble though – “But the USA didn’t create the Third Reich” – maybe not directly, but they were an influential part of the schoolyard kick-in known as Versaille, by which Germany was subjected to punitive measures by other countries who were equally culpable in starting the Great War. It was the collective sense of grievance at such disproportionate punishment that enabled the NSDAP to gain traction with ordinary Germans.

  3. Grouse Beater says:

    I believe that’s so, and that’s the sort of contribution a delight to receive.

  4. Robert Burns says:

    Thank you for all your writings – I’m only now getting to read your blog.

    You wrote: “But the USA didn’t create the Third Reich, and certainly never had a hand in Auschwitz or Buchenwald or Dachau. Back then, the USA was the good guy.”

    The idea that Germany’s recovery, and its concentration camps, was down to Hitler’s Nazi Party is one that I shared.

    This film – – gives a good account of where their money really came from. (If you wish, you can start at around 21 mins, to gain a taste of its presentation)

    The USA and UK (with a great help from “our” Royalty) made fortunes from their investments in Germany’s build up and in the later death camps.

    The film also deals with the murder of JFK and 9/11’s murderous set-ups.
    The film is 3 1/2 hours long. I took it in chunks, but it really is an eye-opener.


  5. Grouse Beater says:

    Thank you, Robert, for your intelligent first contribution, I hope you make more.

    Yes, sadly, I agree about Britain and the USA’s involvement in supporting the rise of Hitler before they realised their error, and of course how each nation benefitted by Germany’s destruction. Indeed, I am aware both nations colluded in helping Nazi criminals to escape justice, and the USA in particular employed their best rocket scientists to help develop their space programme and weapons.

    I’ll watch the film. Thank you again.

    PS: Great name.

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