Zwartboek (Black Book) has been on my list of films to see since I first heard about it. I imagined hating it, expecting it to be the zenith of attempts to cash in the historical anguish of the Holocaust, infused with an extra layer of trashiness in the form of Showgirls-style eroticism. But Zwartboek is quite possibly the best Holocaust film I’ve ever seen.
“The historical materialist approaches a historical subject only where he encounters it as a monad. In this structure he recognizes the sign of a Messianic standstill, or, put differently, a revolutionary chance in the fight for the oppressed past.” -Walter Benjamin, Thesis XVII on the Philosophy of History
This is a bit of a strange first post for this blog, but I feel like it’s important for me to write something about Howard Zinn passing away.