" Skeleton in the Closet is a film that reflects the real life of people in a terrible time for Germany. This is another dark page of history, which was erased by the German authorities and offered to society in a completely different, distorted light.
The film erases formal boundaries, it shows us the private stories of ordinary people who, by the will of fate, were involved in a dark political process, who were forced to experience the terrible oppression of the authorities and who remained human. For the most part, these people had to suffer precisely because they remained human no matter what. Moreover, the main bet was made on their humanity.
The demoralization plan, which was drawn up by the German authorities, literally shocks the viewer.
We watch this movie and we see a man who lived his ordinary life, who had his own family, children, a job. But everything collapsed for him in a moment. He got into a political meat grinder, which forever settled in his memory. We see a man who suffered. A man who suffers. A man who will suffer throughout his life. And we, the viewers, feel there is absolutely no difference in who he was, who he worked for. It doesn’t really matter, it doesn’t matter.
There were about 250,000 of them.
But the state apparatus continued its work, stopping at nothing: striving for an ideal state system, it tore apart, broke families and people. For the sake of general abstract possible happiness, real happiness was destroyed. This is the case when the game is not worth a candle, not worth a single candle, but it continues against all odds. Hundreds of thousands of tits were crushed in the sky for the crane. And the crane is gone. And country. It's gone. People, memories, fear remain.
The film amazes with its candor, simplicity and documentary. And there's something in that simplicity that is depressing, that psychologically pressures the viewer. Thanks to extreme honesty and sincerity, the film completely takes possession of its viewer, dipping him headlong into its atmosphere and forcing him to take a breath. It helps to feel the situation that was in the country ... in the Germany that no longer exists.
After all, “what you really need courage for is sincerity.” A sincerity that allowed people to share their memories, fears, suffering with the world. And the courage that was lacking for some to tell what it was like and for others to ask questions about how it was. This vicious circle of people who are afraid to tell, who are afraid to ask, has proved almost impossible to break with those who have proved truly brave. But then the question arises: maybe this is just the case when silence says no less? Maybe more? Maybe victims of repression just don’t want to stir up their past. Maybe it really isn't necessary? Is there something you shouldn’t talk about until the question arises? Perhaps this is the case when the question in its value exceeds the answer. The question is a kind of indicator of courage, courage. How much courage do they have, what question do they dare ask?