What a scary little confection built totally around the power of clans, clannishness, and tribalism to take over one's mind.
It's definitely not safe to stray too far from the social compact that binds a community together.
At another level, it is a dystopian view of Post WW-II trauma. Kraft has begun to believe that his exercise of individual prerogative and duty has inculpated him in moral crime. Old folks say that he doesn't have the power of God: they know that God makes all the decisions.
In reality he is bedevilled by an ethical -- and professional - crisis between his duty to himself, and his war-torn new duty to society. He is pitted unknowingly against someone who is fighting to defend the notion that one is obligated to defend the old cosmic power that was controlling everything under the sun until WW-II created a new reality.
I agree with the poster who said the ending was a mess ... but only to a certain extent. Andy's confusing of the carving of a gravestone with using the wrong-colored pin on a map is relevant to the theme, but it kind of detracts from the mind-blowing central message that none of us -- not Kraft, not Andy exerts the power of God. And that sorta parallels the 50's shocking realization that they did not stop the Holocaust, because their very conception of the deity did not permit such a thing. In many ways, this film captures the horror of the WWII realization that God was no longer in control of the universe.
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