From the opening montage intercutting caged animals at a zoo with the humans observing them this is wonderfully assured and audacious cinema. The performances are chilling, the bleak, sharp visual style adroitly suited to the theme of the mundanity of evil, culminating in the efficiency of the Nazi holocaust. For me though, it is the remorselessly disorientating momentum of the editing that confirms this as one of the great works of the 1960s. How tragic that the Soviet invasion of 1968 killed such creativity.
We gradually discover that Kopfrkingl is not the faithful, virtuous citizen he'd like the town to think he is. He visits brothels and has regular VD check-ups, whilst boasting that he never touches anyone but his wife ("my angel"). He's miserable when people are happy at the funfair, but practically coos with pleasure at the gore of the waxworks. There is nothing fundamentally wrong with the cremator thinking his work helps to free souls from an imprisoned body - according to him it says as much in the holy book of Buddha. But the film follows the steps taken from that position to the madness of Kopfkingl considering himself the next Dalai Lama for performing the beneficial service of cremating thousands of people in mere minutes, freeing all those souls.
Rudolf Hrusinsky is remarkable. Oily and banal, arrogant and dishonest, it takes only a drop or two of poison in the ear to turn him into a Party member of the invading forces, and become the cremator-in-chief.
Some of the surrealism and rapid intercutting is a little disconcerting, especially at the start of the film (it's no surprise to learn that Herz worked with Svankmajer) but there is real style in the way in which one scene slides into the next without the viewer realising for the first second or two that it is a different time and place.
It's the blackest of black comedies. It's the creepiest of noirs. I'll never again be able to see the smile on a Buddha without also thinking of the cremator's insidious grimace.
A remarkable satire on the darker aspects of human nature.
It's a film that comes across as rather disjointed in the first sequences, but it gathers pace and power as it goes along. When it ends it pays to go back to the start to appreciate the narrative in the light of what you know by the end (hope that makes sense!).
Ominously relevant to the world right now, sad to say.