IT WAS RARE THAT I WOULD see a “bad” person ever being good. “Bad” is more of a generic term for me; I could have used evil, horrible, mean, bully, bigot, and so on. Through the first twelve years of my schooling, I encountered students who fit one of the words I listed previously. I mentioned before the elementary school student who would torture animals. There was nothing good about him, though he never bullied me, just hit me a couple of times. You could say he was a prelude to what was in store for my high school years. There was one student who was older than us because he was held back a year. He took pleasure in bullying and or beating up students. He once picked a fight in the locker room with someone almost half his size, who barely even made a sound because he was so timid. This bully would torment, punch, shove, slap him around periodically. One time he tried with the help of one of his buddies to push the timid boy’s head in a toilet bowl. Luckily, one of the gym coaches happened to walk through the locker room and the timid boy was able to escape. After class he did not even come down to the locker room; he had his clothes and I assumed went to a bathroom to change somewhere far from the gymnasium.      AS I GO THROUGH MY MENTAL list of those who harmed me, I can only think of one person who had the capability to be horrible, then switch to being the class comedian. It really was like being with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He was quick with a joke, one of those kinds that may poke fun at an individual but not stick it to them. Because of his humor he was able to hang out with the jocks, cheerleaders and the brainiacs with no repercussions. On the flip side, he sat behind me in one of my classes. It was nothing for him to spit, draw or hit me. I could not always feel him spitting or drawing on me and would only find out when someone either told me or when I noticed people chuckling and pointing at me as I made my way to the next class. Even though we were not in the same gym class, both of our classes shared the gymnasium at the same time. And though I was not the only boy he would throw a basketball at their head; I still hated him for it. He always did it when the coach was out of sight. But once the coach reappeared, he was usually the one to make the coach laugh with one of his jokes. I found it nauseating, which is the same feeling I had for the main figures in this dramatic, war history film.      LIVING IN A WONDERFUL HOUSE WITH a beautiful garden, a husband and wife felt their dreams had come true, to be able to raise their children in such an idyllic setting. They believed it even though next door to them was a concentration camp. With Christian Friedel (13 Minutes, Babylon Berlin-TV) as Rudolf Hoss, Sandra Huller (Anatomy of a Fall, Toni Erdmann) as Hedwig Hoss, Max Beck (The Forgotten Battle, Land of Mine) as Schwarzer, Ralph Herforth (Speed Racer, Aeon Flux) as Oswald Pohl and Freye Kreutzkam (Gender Crisis, Time of Moulting) as Eleanor Pohl; watching this Oscar and film festival winning film was surreal. I was fascinated how the concentration camp, and its horrors were more of a backdrop to the life the family was living. It certainly was a fascinating case study, watching the juxtaposition between everyday family life with the sounds along with the brief auxiliary scenes and what they might represent to viewers. Though this film won the Oscar for sound, I did not care for it, finding it annoying. I also felt most of the long shot scenes made me an outsider, where I did not feel any connection to the characters. Add to that the slow pace and not caring much about the ending, the story’s impact was more subdued for me. Still, it was an interesting take on the genre, and I commend the writers and director for making this picture. German was spoken through the film with English subtitles.

2 ¾ stars