I saw
Speed Racer and loved it. It took my balls for a little joy ride, added some much needed color, and then karate chopped the crap out of them...crane kick style.
But last night I saw
The Counterfeiters and it was one emotional movie. It was one of the best told stories that I have had the pleasure to hear. Its about a Russian Jew man, Salomon "Sally" Sorowitch who makes money the illegal way, on a printing press in a studio, in an infant Nazi Germany. When he finally gets nailed he goes to a concentration camp. You can expect to see that there is the absolute sadistic behaviors of the Nazi soldiers maltreating the prisoners, and the horrors that took place. The unflinching executions and the savage principles of survival among the prisoners and among the Nazi soldiers as they realized their infamous, malicious regime was dismantling.
But in the final stages of the war, the Nazi's assembled a group of professionals: printers, collotypers, photographers, counterfeiters, papermakers, and artists to make a counterfeit pound and eventually the dollar. These are hand selected men from around the country, from any of the camps, and brought to one camp, Sachsenhausen, where they were boarded up in their own private bunk with luxuries. They were fed as well as the Germans, bathed, clothed, had free time, and proper beds, but still prisoners. Pissed on, spit at, and humiliated constantly by the guards, but were kept alive for the purpose of funding the Germans war. Its an unsettling movie at times, but the hope for something better or someplace better is what drives some of the men to debunk the whole operation, causing a stall in the operation long enough for men to crack, and others to die.
Its a sad but truly great movie. And its just one more hash mark against "Ze Germans"
