The Atomic Cafe

by (1982, United States)

If Stanley Kubrick had made Dr. Strangelove as a sort of documentary instead of black comedy, it probably would’ve been something like The Atomic CafeThe Atomic Cafe is essentially a collage of newsreels, civil defense films, military films, public service announcements, and radio broadcasts all dealing with the atomic bomb, nuclear war, and how America of the 1940s and 1950s dealt with living with such a powerful weapon.

It offers a unique glimpse of America during the Red Scare, when using the A-Bomb was seen as a God-given right and responsibility, and every measure must be taken to counter communists.  As such, the film exposes the jingoism, racism, and rampant commercialism that has often existed in America.  However, the film also gets a little heavy-handed and monotonous in places as we watch the parade of footage.  It also seems hard to believe, looking at some scenes with a “modern” mindset, that these kind of attitudes were held by Americans.

That’s not to say the film isn’t interesting.  Far from it, in fact.  I often found myself captivated by the surreal images I was watching.  The Atomic Cafe is full of memorable images, including the “Duck And Cover” song featuring Bert the Turtle.  Other unforgettable images include footage of the aftermath in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the gruesome results of atomic tests on pigs, and numerous anti-communist statements made throughout the film.  In fact, the list of memorable scenes would probably go on for another page or so, but they really must be seen to be believed.  I was quite amused/disturbed with the PSA where the commentator takes time in the midst of his nuclear war preparedness speech to advertise for shopping malls as the supreme example of what America is all about.  I guess some things never change.

One of the most memorable images to emerge out of the 20th century is that of the mushroom cloud.  This film shows the reactions to that image, made by those who first lived in its shadow.  There were times that I laughed out loud and when I shook my head in disbelief at what is now seems like such obvious lunacy and idiocy.  Perhaps it’s wrong for me to say this seeing as how I only experienced the Cold War’s end, but if the footage in The Atomic Cafe is typical of the sentiments shared by most Americans during that era, it’s a wonder we ever survived the Cold War.

Blind Spot - Hitler’s Secretary

by (2002, Austria)

I went to the local arthouse theater to see Blind Spot fully expecting to come out depressed and saddened by the horrors of World War II and the Holocaust.  So many movies that concern this time period bring up feelings of darkness because they reveal the brutality of seemingly ordinary individuals.  However, what I saw that night was a story more complicated and subtle than most. 

The film focuses on interviews with Traudl Junge, one of Hitler’s secretaries from 1942 until his suicide in 1945.  The documentary does not follow the usual pattern of stirring music or moving montages.  This is simply footage of Ms. Junge in her Munich apartment, talking about her experiences with Hitler.  The sparseness of this production lends the movie a focused, raw power that challenges the audience to put aside their entertainment needs and really listen to the description of a woman’s life.

The Nazi Party hired Junge after she won a typing contest at the age of 22.  She was excited to work for Hitler, since he was the Fuehrer, but she had no particular affinity for the Party itself.  She describes herself as a naÏve, apolitical person who was simply taking a job that she considered exciting.  Her first impressions of Hitler are striking for those of us who simply know him as a madman; she found him to be kind, respectful, and quite fatherly.  She points out that she felt quite safe and comfortable around him from the outset of her employment until its very end.

Ms. Junge describes her experiences in the bunker that Hitler called home for several years.  It was a close-knit community of high-ranking Nazi officials.  There were several secretaries who served Hitler and company and they shared quarters and worked side-by-side.  All was quite copacetic until the German army began to be soundly defeated by the Russians.  As the Russians advanced on Berlin, the atmosphere in the bunker began to deteriorate.  Hitler dismissed many of the officials, one person was executed for treason, and Hitler slipped into a deepening depression.  All of the remaining staff who chose to stay were encouraged to keep cyanide capsules in their pockets in case the Russians invaded.  Hitler talked more and more of his impending suicide.

Ms. Junge’s descriptions of life in the bunker reinforce that this was a cloistered world.  She claims that she knew very little about what was going on outside, including the fact that millions of Jews were being exterminated.  Her work was simply in taking dictation and she asserts that she only heard concentration camps mentioned once.  She remained completely naÏve as to the true nature of the Nazi party throughout her service to Hitler.

Ms. Junge kept her story secret for many years by avoiding the press and refusing to complete interviews.  This is the first time she has ever described her experiences.  The filmmakers believe she chose to do so because she knew she was dying and wanted closure for herself through this message to the world.  Ms. Junge died only hours after the premiere of the movie at the Berlin Film Festival.

The most interesting aspect of this film is the questions raised by Ms. Junge concerning her feelings of responsibility and guilt.  Part of the reason she had kept quiet for so long was that she was shocked when she found out that the Nazis had killed so many people and had committed so many horrible acts.  She became severely depressed and blamed herself for not seeing the truth while she was with Hitler.

She speaks of passing the statue of a young girl who stood up against the Nazi Party and was executed.  When she saw the monument, she realized the girl was the same age she was when she began working for Hitler.  She asks herself why she couldn’t see the truth and her only explanation is that living in the bunker was like living in a blind spot.

What I appreciated most about this movie was its way of presenting Ms. Junge’s story.  No commentary takes place during the movie.  How you feel about Ms. Junge comes from your own impressions of her and her words.  I left feeling sad that she had lived her whole life with the guilt of her youth on her shoulders.  However, her experiences do raise interesting questions of responsibility.  Should she have inquired more about the Nazi Party before she decided to work for Hitler?  Should she have stood up against Hitler when she heard him deliver slights against Jews in the public speeches she typed?  Should she have left the bunker when she had a chance?  How much should she be held responsible for the decisions she made as a 22 year old?  Where is she culpable and where can we assume her actions were unintentional?

I would highly recommend this film to anyone who has the chance to see it.  I doubt that it will be shown in most cities, but I assume at some point it will be released on video and made available wherever small, obscure, independent films are available. Unfortunately, this probably won’t be the local Blockbuster.  The film gives us a different perspective on a history we feel we know so well.  It also makes us second-guess the blatant labels of good and evil that we place on certain people.  Life is so much more complicated than that and responsibility is such a slippery issue.

Written by Ruth Williams.

Lost In La Mancha

by (2002, United States)

Lost In La Mancha is the story of a film gone horribly, horribly wrong.  Filmmakers Fulton and Pepe were hired by Terry Gilliam to shoot a behind the scenes documentary on the set of his new project, The Man Who Killed Don Quixote.  However, just days into the shooting schedule the film began to unravel and not only were Fulton and Pepe not thrown off the turbulent set, Gilliam actually actively encouraged them to continue shooting.

The result is an incredibly intimate look into a failed production.  It’s all here; the chaos of preproduction, actors showing up late for costume fittings and rehearsals, sets washed out by turbulent weather, days of shooting lost to passing fighter jets, serious illness striking one of the principal actors, infighting amongst the crew, and finally the money pulling out and production shutting down.

It’s amazing that these two documentarians were granted access to all of this, and they captured the unfolding collapse with a surprising degree of honesty and intimacy.  Granted, this is a film likely to only appeal to Gilliam fanatics (like me) or major film industry geeks, but for what it is, Lost In La Mancha is pretty exceptional.

Written by Chris Brown.

Bowling For Columbine

by (2002, United States)

Given the current political climate, this film is likely going to fly like a lead brick in the USA and that’s a shame because it’s simply brilliant.  Bowling For Columbine was the first of Moore’s features that I’ve seen (though I have seen a good bit of his TV work) and it’s made a believer out of me.  As you might guess from the title, Moore spends a couple of hours trying to figure out why there is such a disproportionately high number of gun killings in the United States compared to other western countries (it’s about ten to one these days), with special attention paid to the Columbine shootings.

There’s a fighting chance that this film will be labeled unpatriotic, and it almost definitely will be branded an anti-gun film, which is unfortunate.  It’s also wrong.  Moore is far too intelligent a filmmaker to boil down such a complex issue to such a simple solution.  After all, on a per capita basis, there are no more guns in the USA than there are here in Canada, so why so many more gun killings?  Though he never reaches a hard and fast conclusion, Moore certainly seems inclined to think that the media are contributing to a larger culture of fear, which is a major contributor to the problem.

Those of you who have seen any of Moore’s other work know that he uses a rolling, episodic, almost stream of consciousness style to make his points.  This renders any real discussion of plotline pretty much pointless.  However, if you’re anything like me, within about 20 minutes you’ll be wondering aloud about just how the hell Moore manages to get some of these people to talk to him on camera.  There are lengthy interviews with members of the Michigan Militia, the Nichols brother who was charged and released in the Oklahoma City bombing, Columbine survivors, and, in one of the film’s most memorable sequences, Charlton Heston.

This is a thorny issue and one that Moore handles thoughtfully and with a great deal of respect.  Moore was there to present the film, and I’m still regretting the fact that I had to leave before the closing Q&A session.

Written by Chris Brown.