One of the most shocking and unsettling films ever made about the corruption of the soul stars an almost supernaturally creepy Rudolf Hrušínský as Karel Kopfrkingl, the disturbed director of a crematorium (or as he calls it, “my temple of death”) in 1930s Prague. When Kopfrkingl’s mania for cremation becomes entwined with Nazi ideas of racial purity, it precipitates a twisted descent into madness and horror. Charged with a shivery, macabre expressionism, The Cremator stands as a nightmarish parable of how political ideology can be twisted to justify the unthinkable.