In the Fade

As we bid farewell to the last 365 days or so of rising white nationalism in America, there’s some horrific comfort to take in watching a film that explores white nationalism in another country, on another continent, as if to remind us Americans that we aren’t alone in our hate—that: a) Nazi activity is still real in 2017 (and will be in 2018), and b) the less willing we are to accept that, the more easily Nazis can get away with being Nazis.
Fatih Akin’s In the Fade begins with a prison wedding and segues into a brisk portrait of domestic bliss before blowing everything up. Kruger plays Katja Sekerci, a Hamburg native married to Nuri Sekerci (Numan Acar), once a drug dealer, now on the straight and narrow working at a tax office and offering translation services to fellow Turkish locals. Katja and Nuri have a son, Rocco, and together they have something close to Eden. But then Katja swings by Nuri’s office in the evening to pick up Rocco, having spent the day at a spa with her friend, and finds that the building has been turned to ash and rubble by a massive explosion. In one instant, her whole life changes. The trajectory of her grief on learning of her husband and son’s death is breathtaking.
This is a vulturous observation to make, but In the Fade stays in Kruger’s orbit even as the film morphs from bereavement drama to courtroom drama to a facsimile of a revenge flick. She doesn’t give Akin’s work weight, because the weight is already there. She demonstrates the gravity of the material. Watching her inhabit Katja’s emotional experience from the moment she learns of Nuri and Rocco’s murders to the film’s final scene is a grim privilege. Kruger has steel to spare. In the Fade asks her to bend that steel, not to a breaking point but to such a degree that by the time the film finishes she has forced herself into an altogether different shape.