Not many films stick with me well after I watch them, this one does. The direction, cinematography, sound editing and script want an astute, educated viewer. This film continuously hits the viewer with the horrors going on on the other side of the walls in subtle, almost causal ways which reflects the casual way that the main character's family accept these horrors. The family couldn't care less about the millions of Jews being killed right next door, to me it reminds me of the stories like my grandfather who helped liberate death camps and they would march the local population through the camps. Everyone knew what was going on but they didn't care about the Jews, no one did.
Every time you see the smoke and hear a train, every-time the wind shifts and the ashes settle on the family home, watching the children play while you hear the screams of victims and the SS guards, the malevolence of the wife towards her Jewish maids, the casual evil in the commandant's views. Everything you see and hear in this film is there for a reason. This film does not ask for a judgement is an obvious way, but it is obvious how everyone became inhuman. After the war, most people who worked in the Nazi government simply blended back into their respective post war governments because the allies needed functioning societies. Their views on what happened and how they felt about Jews never changed.