As an individual, or as a man who believes in the illusion of individuality, I think that the machinery in this movie is the most horrifying thing about it—the way so many hordes of men run here and there, obeying whoever commands them without question. That’s what keeps me awake late into the night. Men become machines, and when they lose their minds (their individualities) they become weapons of murder; the leaders of the Third Reich may have been terrifying men, but the faceless legions of soldiers and bureaucrats, the cowed populace, are to me much greater nightmares. Of course there were exceptions, and these are the film’s protagonists, but the gray uniforms, the boots and the coats and the guns and the cigarettes charging back and forth through frame after frame of the film, these are the true monsters.
A Brief Note on Valkyrie