Land of Mine

Martin Zandvliet’s Oscar nominated film does what we pretend Oscar nominated films are supposed to do: When we go low, it goes high. Though, as Americans, we struggle to find nuance in any cultural artifact—let alone in our everyday lives—we’re apt as ever to, regardless of where we plant our flag when it comes to such issues as the morality of punching Nazis, divide the world into black and white, especially when reality fundamentally resists. A film like Land of Mine reminds us that either morality is relative and we’re all just doing the best we can in this difficult world, or that everyone is a terrible sack of shit and the universe is indifferent to our poorly constructed standards of what’s good and what isn’t. Everyone has a fair chance to die in an explosive mess of viscera—Hitler Youth and your beloved Border Collie alike.
It’s 1945 and Germany’s surrendered—Danish Sgt. Carl Rasmussen (Roland Møller), a well-shaped moustache with a broad vendetta to fulfill, beats a teenage German POW to a pulp and then heads to the Danish West Coast to begin to map out the long, slogging campaign to rid the country of its more than 2,000,000 mines. That first scene alone is filmmaking at its leanest, a perfection of storytelling in which we understand immediately the rage and resentment clutched to the chest, like Rosary beads, of those left to clean up society after the Germans took it apart. There is violence and there is innocence, uncomfortably smashed together, in these brief opening minutes, and that tension is carried throughout the rest of the film. The German kid has no idea that taking a Danish flag is wrong, but Rasmussen won’t let him forget his mistake, taking out all his postbellum injustice on the child’s babyface.
Like The Hurt Locker spliced with Saving Private Ryan and Henri-Georges Clouzot’s The Wages of Fear, Land of Mine follows carefully from that moment of unmitigated brutality further into treacherous moral terrain. Rasmussen takes charge of a small group of barely-trained teenage German POWs, standing by while they starve and each day attempt to fill their impossible quota of dismantled mines, tasked with clearing their particular stretch of Danish beach from the thousands of abandoned death traps in order to earn a trip back home.