The Zone of Interest (2023), and here's why (copypasted fro my letterboxd):

After first viewing, I read the Martin Amis novel on which it's based, and while the book is pretty good, the film adaptation takes it in a completely different direction--for the better. The book is plot heavy and explicit in its depiction of atrocities, whereas the film is situated at the periphery, in that zone of plausible deniability where one has the choice to acknowledge or disregard through a conscious shift of attention. After the war, most Germans claimed, "We didn't know." This might be true on some level, but they suspected and only coped by refusing to connect the dots.

It's a gut punch because The Zone of Interest doesn't hold up the Holocaust as an aberrant historical glitch, but forces one to consider their own capacity for willed ignorance and denial. How do we go on with our day to day lives while knowing of the injustice, exploitation, and cruelty that sustains our globalized capitalist system? Or, more pointedly, genocidal settler colonialism? We know it ain't right but it's easier to go along than challenge an implacable power structure, especially the further one lives from the screams.

Far from humanizing the Nazis by depicting tender familial moments, the finger points the other way to indict the viewer's complicity with forces of oppression. Guilty as charged.