During the Purges of 1930s, the Soviet legal system pursued propaganda and spectacle rather than justice. Admissions of guilt were extremely valuable, because they meant the accused participated in their own destruction. When that happened, it constituted the ultimate denial of their individuality. Ironically, some innocent victims confessed for ideological reasons, because they remained true believers in Communism, as in Koestler’s Darkness at Noon, a clear influence on this film. However, if [former] Professor Alexei Abramov confesses, it will be for very different motives in Vaclav Mahoul’s Confession, written by Ben Shapiro, which is now streaming on The Daily Wire.
Abramov was already a wreck before his arrest. Transferred from his university to a lowly transportation ministry post, Abramov lost his prestige, apartment, and his wife and son. He drinks heavily, even sipping spilled vodka off the floor. He should be easy to break, especially when he recognizes his interrogator.
Lt. Vladimir was once one of Abramov’s brightest students. Obviously, their lives have diverged drastically. It soon becomes clear Abramov also harbors guilt regarding his behavior during their years together at the university. Nevertheless, when Vladimir demands a condemnation of Father Nikolai Mikulski, the former university chaplain, Abramov resists—tenaciously.
Thus commences a cat-and-mouse game, fought with quotations from great Russian literature, especially Dostoevsky, whose “Grand Inquisitor” (from The Brothers Karamazov) becomes a thematically fitting reference point. Of course, Vladimir seems to have all the advantages. He can summon Abramov’s estranged wife and son, for the sake of guilt and humiliation. The Lieutenant can also physically escalate with impunity. Yet, Abramov will not break.
The professor also gets quite an education in his cell, especially from Aleksandr, a former apparatchik, who was purged because his surname sounded too Jewish, and too much like “Trotsky.” In a way, Aleksandr stoically accepts his fate, as the karmic retribution for the horrors he perpetrated during the Ukrainian Holodomor genocide, as he explains in harrowing detail.
There is no question Koestler was a source of inspiration for Shapiro, but Abramov’s story zigs and zags in very different ways. Nevertheless, Abramov remains confined to the cramped spaces of the Lubyanka prison, but Marhoul makes a virtue of necessity, emphasizing the claustrophobia and deliberately disorienting conditions of the Cheka/NKVD prison.
It is a shame most “critics” will ignore or dismiss Confession because they disagree with Shapiro’s politics. Such pettiness will be especially disingenuous, considering the acclaim for Marhoul’s previous film, The Painted Bird, which was Czechia’s official International Oscar submission and the toast of the Venice Film Festival.

























