Will, Netflix’s imported Belgian film in regards to the ethical impossibility of life beneath Nazi occupation throughout World Conflict II, broadcasts itself with stunning bluntness. Inside its first 10 minutes, it’s made clear that co-writer and director Tim Mielants intends to confront the grisly horrors of the Holocaust head-on. However it’s additionally obvious that the movie is constructed extra like a thriller than a somber drama, and it tightens the screws on its lead character — younger policeman Wilfried Wils (Stef Aerts) — in a collection of breathless setups with escalating stakes.
It’s an efficient option to pull viewers into empathizing with the terrible dilemmas confronted by an occupied inhabitants, and into bearing contemporary witness to acquainted horrors. However the thriller style units up expectations — climax, catharsis, redemption — which danger trivializing the fabric, and set one thing of an moral lure. Who’s going to fall into it: the filmmakers, or the viewers? Mielants is simply too tough-minded to be caught, it seems, however that’s dangerous information for the remainder of us. Will nurses a glimmer of hope within the darkness, solely to snuff it out utterly. It is a bleak, bleak film.
It’s 1942, and Wil (referred to within the subtitles by the Dutch spelling of his title, regardless of the English title Will) and Lode (Matteo Simoni) are contemporary recruits to the police power within the port metropolis of Antwerp. Earlier than their first patrol, their commanding officer, Jean (Jan Bijvoet), palms out regulation platitudes in regards to the police being “mediators between our individuals and the Germans.” Then he sheds that pretense and gives some off-the-record recommendation: “You stand there and also you simply watch.” The paradox of those phrases echoes by the entire film. Is it cowardice to face by and watch the Nazis at work, or heroism to refuse to cooperate with them? Are the occupied Belgians washing their palms of the Nazis’ crimes, or bearing witness to them?
Wil and Lode don’t have lengthy to ponder these questions. No sooner have they left the station on their first patrol than a ranting, drugged-up German soldier calls for they accompany him on the arrest of some individuals who “refuse to work”: a Jewish household, in different phrases. The younger males are initially paralyzed by the scenario, however issues spiral uncontrolled, extra by desperation than heroic resistance on the a part of the 2 policemen. Within the aftermath, Lode and Wil return to work in a state of paranoid terror.
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Mielants, working with screenwriter Carl Joos from a novel by Jeroen Olyslaegers, wastes no time in utilizing this premise to discover the paranoid quagmire of the occupied metropolis. Can the 2 younger males belief one another? The place do their sympathies lie? Wil’s civil-servant father leads him to hunt assist from native worthy Felix Verschaffel (the superb Dirk Roofthooft), who boasts of being buddies with the Germans’ commanding officer, Gregor Schnabel (Dimitrij Schaad). Abruptly, Wil is indebted to a grasping, antisemitic collaborator.
In the meantime, Lode’s mistrustful household — particularly his fiery sister Yvette (Annelore Crollet) — need to know extra. Does Wil converse any German at house? What radio station does he take heed to? In occupied Antwerp — a area the place German and French phrases naturally combine in with the native Dutch dialect — an harmless selection of phrase or of leisure listening comes freighted with harmful political significance. “There isn’t a lot on the radio,” Wil responds. “Are you able to suggest one thing?”
Again and again in the course of the film, Wil makes use of deflections like this to squirm out of taking a place on the occupation. However ultimately, he begins working to save lots of Jewish lives. Actions could converse louder than phrases, however even within the enamel of a febrile affair with Yvette, Wil continues to maintain his phrases to himself. As Schnabel’s internet closes in, Wil’s warning retains him and his buddies alive, however the associated fee is heavy.
It’s a daring transfer to middle a thriller in regards to the Holocaust on a protagonist who, on some stage, refuses to choose a aspect. We will solely empathize with Wil as a result of Mielants so successfully masses nearly each scene and line of dialogue with implicit risk. Will is a tense, darkish, horrifying film, filmed claustrophobically in a boxy ratio with lenses that blur the sting of the body. The appearing is intense (typically to a fault), and there are frequent bursts of disagreeable, graphic violence because the strain builds.
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However despite the fact that Schaad typically appears to be doing a weak impression of Christoph Waltz’s Hans Landa in Quentin Tarantino’s Inglourious Basterds, Will isn’t that film, and Mielants isn’t concerned with Tarantino’s fashion of catharsis. On the finish of the film, the vicious, inescapable lure he set for all of the characters merely snaps shut. Will reveals that beneath the remorseless illogic of Nazi occupation, survival is collaboration, and resistance is loss of life.
That’s a depressing payload for the film to hold, and it’s debatable how constructive it’s. Jonathan Glazer’s chilling The Zone of Curiosity, at present in theaters, reveals that difficult new views on the human mechanics of the Holocaust are as important now as they’ve ever been. Thirty years in the past, Schindler’s Checklist achieved one thing comparable, and simply as crucial, by radically completely different means: It discovered a thread of hope and compassion that would lead a large viewers into the guts of the nightmare and throw it into aid.
Will is simply too burdened by its viewpoint to handle something comparable. It’s clear-sighted on the merciless compromises of occupation and collaboration, however so fatalistic about them that it winds up wallowing in its personal guilt and hopelessness. That’s a darkish sort of reality, and never essentially one which anybody wants to listen to.
Will is streaming on Netflix now.