I should like to raise a question utterly unrelated to Trump, politics, or the current world situation, a question about which I have strong but mixed feelings. I would be interested in what folks think.
This afternoon Susie and I went to the movies [we cannot stay up late enough for evening shows]. We saw a new movie, The Zookeeper’s Wife. Based on real people and events, it tells the story of a gentile husband and wife who ran the city zoo in Warsaw before World War II. When the Germans come, the Jews are walled up in the ghetto [and eventually sent off to death camps.] The zookeeper and his wife, at great risk to themselves, use the zoo grounds to hide several hundred Jewish men, women, and children, all but two of whom actually survived the Holocaust. Some plot interest is provided by a Nazi with an interest in zoology and animal husbandry and the hots for the wife. The husband is wounded in the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising, but after the war he is reunited with his wife and two children. There are lots of affecting scenes of cute animals and all, heartrending scenes of the Jews, and a happy ending [which, as I say, is actually true.] It is not a great movie, but it is well done and well acted.
I hated it.
Why did I hate it? Because I am deeply offended by works of art that use a horrific reality as the setting for a work of art that invites us to substitute aesthetic for moral categories of evaluation.
Am I making myself clear? Am I philosophically confused?