This is one of the strangest films I’ve ever seen.
Directed by Juraj Herz.
Even if you are familiar with the Czechoslovak New Wave, this film will still take you by surprise.
It is a mélange of times and themes.
And truly a horror story.
But there is a Brechtian detachment at work.
This would explain labels such as “comedy horror”.
It’s perhaps more absurd and surreal than it is funny.
But it is certainly frightening.
A very creepy piece of cinema.
Everything revolves around a crematory official/director named Kopfrkingl.
That name alone is enough to jar the most languid viewer at each pronunciation.
Historically speaking, this was not a successful film upon release.
No, it was too weird to be incorporated into the Czechoslovak communist pantheon moving forward. And so the world would have to wait until 1989 to get a look at this thing.
The whole film feels like a dream.
A bad dream. With some particularly vivid violence. [Or vintage violence.]
Mr. Kopfrkingl is a truly, outrageously delusional man.
And he only becomes more so as the film goes on.
Modern viewers might notice a bit of Eric Cartman in Rudolf Hrušínský’s performance as Kopfrkingl.
Seen behind an iconic ribbon microphone, Kopfrkingl invokes the manic strains of Hitler and we feel the sick surge of idiocy grab hold of our dear cremator.
The strangest part of Kopfrkingl’s delusion is his obsession with Tibet.
It makes me wonder whether David Lynch saw this prior to Twin Peaks?
Thubten Gyatso dies, and Hitler comes to power.
Based on a novel by Ladislav Fuks, this tale must be seen to be believed.
There are short-circuit edits akin to Sidney Lumet’s The Pawnbroker.
Indeed, director Herz is himself Jewish.
Truth be told, there have been few films which deal with the Holocaust as effectively (if obliquely) as The Cremator
Every shot of Hrušínský from the back evokes the Peter Lorre of M.
This is a thoroughly fascinating cinematic experience.