Film Review: My Best Friend Anne Frank (dir by Ben Sombogaart)


The year is 1944 and 16 year-old Hannah Goslar (Josephine Arendsen) and her younger sister, Gabi, are among the many Jews being held at the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp.  Death is all around.  At night, when Hannah is sent to empty out the buckets of waste that have been filled up in her barracks, she sees another prisoner being casually shot by the guards.  Whenever things get to be too much for her, Hannah closes her eyes and asks herself, “What would Anne do?”

As terrible as things are where Hannah is being held, it’s rumored that things are even worse behind the wall that runs through the center of the camp.  The less “privileged” prisoners are kept there.  The wall is thin enough that Hannah can talk to the people on the other side, even if she can’t see them.  Hannah asks them if her best friend, Anne, is among them.  “She has beautiful hair,” Hannah says.  The voice on the other side of the wall explains that no one in the other half of the camp has hair.  Everyone on the other side of the wall is being starved and worked to death.

Occasionally, Hannah remembers what life was like before she and her family were arrested by the Nazis.  Two years earlier, she was a student in Amsterdam and her best friend was Anne Frank (Aiko Beemsterboer).  Hannah was shy but Anne definitely wasn’t.  Hannah was often naïve and fearful but Anne was always intellectually curious and up to try almost anything.  Occasionally, they fought as friends sometimes do.  But Hannah always considered Anne to be her best friend.

The Amsterdam scenes do a good job of contrasting Hannah and Anne acting like ordinary teenagers with the evil that’s always lurking in the background.  Haughty soldiers in German military uniforms stroll the streets of Amsterdam, moving with the arrogance of men who know that no one can defy them.  Because Hannah and Anne wear gold stars on their clothing, they have to sneak into the movies and, when they do, they find themselves watching a propaganda newsreel about how much better life is in the Netherlands now that the Germans are in charge.  Hannah often sees her father having hushed conversations with other nervous-looking adults.

Of course, those of us watching at home know what is going to happen.  We know who Anne Frank was.  Or, I should say, I hope we know who Anne Frank was.  I tend to assume that everyone knows about the horror of the Holocaust and that everyone knows about the anti-Semitism that fueled the rise of Adolf Hitler and the Third Reich.  Unfortunately, over the past year or so, my faith has been shaken.  Anti-Semitism has never gone away but, in recent years, it seems as if it’s become socially acceptable within certain parts of mainstream society and that really should scare the Hell out of anyone who has any knowledge of history.  I have seen reportedly intelligent people either playing down the horrors of the Holocaust or trying to act as if the Holocaust was not about the Third Reich’s obsession with wiping out a race of people.  Whoopi Goldberg may have been the most famous person to have recently gotten the facts of the Holocaust wrong but she’s hardly the only one.

To me, that’s why a film like My Best Friend Anne Frank is important because it reminds us of not only what happened at camps like Bergen-Belsen but also what happened beforehand.  The camps and the ideology that fueled them didn’t just spring up out of nowhere.  Instead, they were built while the rest of the world tried to deny what was happening right before their eyes.  The concentration camp scenes in this film are harrowing but even more disturbing are the Amsterdam scenes where people casually walk by signs that declare that no Jews allowed and almost everyone merely averts their eyes.  When Anne and Hannah walk through Amsterdam, they are insulted not just by the Nazis but also by the Dutch citizens who don’t wear gold stars, many of who seem to take an attitude of, “At least it’s not me being othered.”

My Best Friend Anne Frank is currently on Netflix.  Josephine Arendsen and Aiko Beemsterboer both give good and heart-breaking performances as Hannah and Anne.  The film is not just a story of survival under the worst of circumstances but it’s also a tribute to the power of friendship.  Though Anne did not survive the camps, Hannah was liberated after 14 months at Bergen-Belsen and now lives in Jerusalem.  She is now 93 years old.

Comics As Unresolved Labyrinth : Bruce Zeines’ “Life Out Of Sequence”


Confession time : the title of this review isn’t mine. But it sure is good, so I appropriated it — fortunately, from the very book we’re here to take a look at, so I needn’t feel too terribly guilty. And, in truth, the notion of graphic sequential storytelling as an “unresolved labyrinth” is only one of many that stuck with me long after I closed the covers of cartoonist Bruce Zeines’ 2021 self-published opus on the nature of very medium he’s utilizing, Life Out Of Sequence. Time, spatiality, the unique properties and possibilities that a blank page to be populated by juxtaposed words and images offers — Zeines is equally haunted and fascinated by all these things, and so the subtitle of this, the second volume in his “Musings” series, is very apropos indeed : “A Personal Exploration Of Sequential Art.”

I’m tempted to be glib here and say that Zeines accomplishes more in a standard-format (and standard-length) comic book than Scott McCloud did in a “doorstop” graphic novel, but in truth this is no “primer” on the medium a la Understanding Comics, nor is it a de facto “how-to” guide for aspiring cartoonists to take their cues from. The word “Personal” in that subtitle looms large here, as this is Zeines feeling his own way forward through his creative process, and commenting upon it as he does so — not so much a lecture, then, as it is a mapping out of territory that is ever fresh, ever new, ever confounding, ever expansive. Did I just say it was a map? Maybe more like an atlas — but a decidedly theoretical one.

What’s not at all theoretical but is, rather, concrete reality is the power of Zeines’ intensely-rendered and almost obsessively-detailed illustration : he fills every scintilla of space with imaginatively-conveyed visual information that somehow establishes, and subsequently sustains, an incredible naturalistic fluidity in spite of its admittedly crowded-at-first-glance appearance : it’s a lot to take in, sure, but the act of doing so is thrilling, immersive, and never less than consequential. Zeines doesn’t waste a line or a brush stroke any more than he wastes a conceptual thread or a thematic beat — this is story and art both with a purpose and related for a purpose, and while those may seem like they should always be one and the same thing, a masterfully-articulated work such as this makes you realize how often one or the other is either serving a subservient role or, even worse, absent altogether. Not so here — this is a cartoonist at the absolute height of his powers grappling with how to most effectively use them. And, for the record, succeeding marvelously at doing so.

What’s perhaps most remarkable about all of this, though, is the welcoming, accessible, and downright conversational tone that Zeines maintains throughout — these are some heavy issues he’s tackling for those of us with a personal investment in the comics medium, and he’s approaching them with the near-reverential respect they deserve, without ever crossing the line into pretentious gibberish or faux-erudition. Somebody who’s never picked up a comic could enjoy this quite easily, then, but for those of us who pick up hundreds, if not thousands, of them per year? Well, this is the kind of thing that sends us over the damn moon — a dissertation on the form we love, communicated through the form we love, that deepens our admiration of the form we love.

I realize I’m preaching to the choir here, but there’s nothing a person can’t do with words and pictures — as Zeines himself knows full well. Given that, then, the next thing to figure out is how to use words and pictures to their utmost as a storytelling tool. I think it’s something all comics creators and readers grapple with — sometimes consciously, more often unconsciously — and to see it dealt with from a fresh perspective many actually haven’t considered at all is an unexpected joy. I hope I’m not giving away too much here, but Zines’ central thesis is that life itself — and certainly memory — doesn’t actually have a sequential flow, so arranging a visual story in a way that does? Well, it’s a bigger challenge than it would at first appear.

I’ll tell you what, though : this is an artist who’s more than up to that challenge, and probably any other that you can throw his way. And so I’ll close this review with a challenge to you, the reader : find me a flaw in this comic. Anywhere. Because I sure as hell can’t.

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Life Out Of Sequence is available for $15.00 from Austin English’s Domino Books distro at http://dominobooks.org/lifesequence.html

Also, be sure to check out Bruce Zeines’ website at https://www.theartofbrucezeines.com/

4 Shots From 4 Films: Special Alejandro Jodorowsky Edition


4 Or More Shots From 4 Or More Films is just what it says it is, 4 shots from 4 of our favorite films. As opposed to the reviews and recaps that we usually post, 4 Shots From 4 Films lets the visuals do the talking!

Today, the Shattered Lens wishes a happy birthday to master of surrealism and the man who nearly turned Dune into a film before either David Lynch or Denis Villeneuve, Alejandro Jodorowsky!  It’s time for….

4 Shots From 4 Alejandro Jodorowsky Films

Fando y Lis (1968, dir by Alejandro Jodorowsky, DP: Rafael Corkidi and Antonio Reynoso)

El Topo (1970, dir by Alejandro Jodorowsky, DP: Rafael Corkidi)

The Holy Mountain (1973, dir by Alejandro Jodorowsky, DP: Rafael Corkidi)

Santa Sangre (1989, dir by Alejandro Jodorwosky, DP: Daniele Nannuzzi)

Music Video of the Day: How Long by Tove Lo (2022, dir by KENTEN)


Today’s music video of the day is another emotional music video from Tove Lo.  This is what I like whenever I watch a move about …. well, a movie about anything.  It’s not that hard to make me cry.

Enjoy!

Try to play it cool
I like you
Have me in your hand
Just like that
Wish I never told ya
It’s killing me to wonder

You give, you give me

Empty promises of love
You’re an honest man when you’re drunk
Wish I never asked ya
But it’s killing me to wonder
How long
How long

How long have you loved another
While I’m dreaming of us together
She got the best of you
Part of me always knew
How long have you tried to end it
While I’m blaming myself to fix it
How long
How long

Listen to my fears
Not my friends
They don’t tell the truth
They like you
Wish I never told ya (but I told ya)
It’s killing me to wonder (I wonder)

You give, you give me

Empty promises of love
You’re an honest man when you’re drunk
Wish I never asked ya
But it’s killing me to wonder
How long
How long

How long have you loved another
While I’m dreaming of us together
She got the best of you
Part of me always knew
How long have you tried to end it
While I’m blaming myself to fix it
How long
How long
I need to know how
How long have you loved another
While I’m dreaming of us together
How long

I know love isn’t fair
I know the heart wants what it wants
There’s no way to prepare
For burning brutal rejection
I know it takes some time
To feel the pain of loosing a lie

How long have you loved another
While I’m dreaming of us together
She got the best of you
Part of me always knew
How long have you tried to end it
While I’m blaming myself to fix it
How long
How long
I need to know how
How long have you loved another
While I’m dreaming of us together
How long
How long