Nuremberg (2025) review

At the conclusion of World War II, President of the Reichstag Hermann Göring (Russell Crowe) surrenders in Austria and is taken to Luxembourg where Army psychiatrist Douglas Kelley (Rami Malek) is ordered to evaluate him (as well as other apprehended members from the Third Reich) with the help of translator Sgt. Howie Triest (Leo Woodall) - when Kelley becomes a little too chummy with Göring (and even visits Göring's family) he's dismissed from his position, although he's still able to provide valuable information to U.S. attorney Robert H. Jackson (Michael Shannon) for the Nuremberg trials.  Any movie that begins with a soldier urinating on a swastika and ends with an executed Nazi emptying his bladder on the floor isn't exactly going for subtlety - Vanderbilt includes actual news reel footage from the concentration camps, which is a highly questionable decision - and the entire thing is so flagrantly spelled out, but the performances keep it watchable, especially Crowe as Adolf Hitler's surprisingly shrewd second-in-command (he's so charming he effectively dupes Malek's shrink into thinking he isn't a total sociopath) and Shannon as the prosecutor who's worried about being outsmarted in the courtroom.  It does speak to the current situation in American politics with convicted felon Emperor #47 and his followers inching the country directly into fascism every single day ("it starts with laws"), but it's optimistic that wrongdoers will eventually be rightfully punished for their crimes.  I'm less patient: just hand out cyanide pills already and give the courts a break.