Zone of Interest – 2.5/5
I think the whole movie is in the premise. "A family lives peacefully next to a concentration camp." I'm not sure how much it adds on top of that. To be fair, it's a powerful premise. I do see myself reflected in that, in this. I do see America. It's not even the banality of evil; it's too intentional, too obvious. It's allowing things to be taken from others for the sake of not losing what you have. Something has to be sacrificed; just not us. This is why we need college kids to rise up; they are our in-betweeners. They don't yet have a nice job, with a nice salary, in a nice home. (Who do you know that is willing to give up their life of comfort?) Or they're not weighted yet by the debt they don't realize they're accumulating, which forces you to only ever work to live, and that focus on survival leaving no room to focus on others. They don't know the cost of their opinions. The rest of us, we have accumulated. We have nice things. We have debt. The mass protest can only go so long because we have a job to report to on Monday morning. There's a lie that we can only see history in retrospect. It's not true. We see it, and we choose to ignore it, because we are not willing to pay the cost. "The life we enjoy is very much worth the sacrifice."
"I knew right away that America's noisy worshiping of success, it's mania for ratings and rankings, the compulsive celebration of perfection in everything served only as a facade. Behind the optimistic veneer there lies an extraordinary fear of failure: the horror of going down and going under, of losing face and respectability, of exclusion and marginalization. It's not success but failure—the savage fear of it—that lies at the heart of the American Dream." — Costica Bradatan
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