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This may be the most painfully titled entry through this point in Akerman's filmography. Previous reviewers have noted that this film could readily center itself about a woman's performative flourishing and resting under the eye of a man, or about a storied incongruity between a man and a woman. Each of these readings adheres itself to one of two scenes that beat within the heart of this film, the first of which occurs through barred windows, the second of which…
Joe Delia accompanied this over his original score at my screening. He played descending chords before every interaction with a man, and he played noise before every kill. His instruments included two keyboards, one synthesizer, and a MacBook that displayed only the message "Joe's MacBook Pro".
Esther Rosenfield's review of this has already examined some of Waititi's most prominent directorial decisions, and those decisions strike me as anywhere from misguided to intentionally destructive, but I think that the criticism of this film can be taken even further than she did. (If you haven't read her review, I encourage you to do so.) Jojo Rabbit is not only immature, irresponsible, and a step removed from revisionist history, but it is also complicit in human suffering.