Wed Jan 25, 2012 7:56 pm
Speer and Hitler ["Speer und Er"] (Heinrich Breloer, 2005)
The British are sometimes accused of an unhealthy and needlessly prolonged fascination with World War Two. Leaving aside that there remains plenty still to be fascinated about - the archives are still letting loose their secrets - I have noticed that actually, the subject is of even greater interest to the people of Germany. Moreover, they have even greater cause for forensic scrutiny than the Brits. The 50 million fatalaties of that war aside, and their loved ones, nobody suffered more in the Third Reich than the Germans themselves. Which is why work like this, a 3-part docudrama, is so enthralling. But Speer and Hitler is, even by the standards of German self-investigation, in a class of its own.
Part dramatic reconstruction (Sebastian Koch is especially good as Albert Speer), part archive-trawling (the footage of the Nuremberg Trials and Speer's media interviews after his release from Spandau in 1966), and part reflective commentary (Leni Riefenstahl is particularly terrifying as she recalls the golden days, her bizarrely made up elderly face constantly resembling that of a rag doll about to explode), the film's coup de grace is its recent interviews with three of Speer's surviving children, all remarkably garrulous and candid for people with such extraordinary lives and all genuinely compelling as they try to make sense of their father's contribution to history.
I'm old enough to remember a time when Speer, the architect of Hitler's absurdly scaled Germania and, almost by accident, his armaments minister too, was considered, if not quite a "good" Nazi, then one who had somehow escaped the monstering of Goering, Goebbels, Eichmann and the rest. Personable and reasonable, his post-Spandau remaking of himself as a man who "could" have known about the Holocaust if only he hadn't been such a damn coward and failed to ask the right questions was masterly. In the media of the 60s and 70s, Albert Speer fulfilled a need to believe how fallible mankind was, that it could find itself so close to evil and yet fail to notice how close. If this offered to a generation of Germans an explanation, of sorts, for how almost an entire people got sucked into the darkness of National Socialism, it also helped elsewhere in Europe, and in the USA, to drive a Liberal narrative in which people desperately wanted to forgive this atrocity and move on from it.
Heinrich Breloer's forensic film is having none of it. Along the way it methodically sets out hard archive evidence that not only was Speer aware of the Final Solution, he himself helped to trigger it when he discovered that in order to build Hitler's tumescent new buildings, acres of Berlin had to be demolished. This left a housing defecit which was solved, at Speer's suggestion, by evacuating entire areas, evicting, yes, 50,000 Jews to reallocate housing to Gentiles. And what to do with these evacuated Jews? Speer had an answer for this as well. Send them to work camps where they could quarry the rocks of massive slabs of ideologically pure red and white granite required for the New Utopia. If thousands of them died in the process of smashing rocks without sustenance, sleep or even adequate barracks to live in well, you know what they say about omelettes and breaking eggs.
The strange truth about Speer is that he was Richard Wagner to Hitler's Ludwig II. Hitler was clearly besotted with him, considered him an architectural genius and put limitless resources at the disposal of his boy wonder, in return for which Speer offered a tacit loyalty and complicity. In time, Speer became his only true confidante but, as far back as the Nuremberg trials, was already constructing the post-war reinvention of himself as the kindly, somewhat regretful media figure who went on to sell millions of copies of his so-called "memoirs" and "diaries" and died a rich man, declaring that, given the chance, he would not have changed a thing.
Superb.