Seventy-two years ago today, Reinhard Heydrich and his deputy, Adolf Eichmann, both of the Nazi SS/RSHA, convened a baker's dozen of mid-level German ministers and bureaucrats. All were hard-corps Nazi true believers, to a man. At a fine house in a quiet Berlin suburb, they all sat down to a pleasant buffet lunch and cheerfully agreed to the outlines and skid-greasing to undertake the extermination of nearly 6 million Jews, 3 million Russian POWs, 2 million Poles, 1 1/2 million gypsies, as well as the crippled, Freemasons, Jehovah's Witnesses, Slavs, homosexuals, German communists, and the few remnants of anti-fascism in Spain. Dramatized in this chilling presentation (the actual dialogue of the meeting minutes were deliberately edited and coded into inoffensive sounding vagueries) by a pantheon of talented actors (Kenneth Branagh won an Emmy for this portrayal as Heydrich, Stanley Tucci as Eichmann received a Golden Globe), shot in the very rooms where it actually took place, the off-handed casualness of plotting the mass genocide of some 11-14 million people inspires jaw-dropping awe at the depths of human depravity. The message isn't only that the Nazis were evil then; it's that any such group could be again.