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...That question overshadowed the opening of The Producers in Berlin's Admiralspalast, the iconic theater where Hitler once sat in the elegant Führer's box and tapped his foot to the tunes of the light opera The Merry Widow. And answering it requires asking two more. It wasn't long into the show's premiere that the first - will German audiences laugh at a parody of Hitler? - was answered with an uproarious yes. But the second is trickier: Should they...
...barroom brawl. A tall rail of a man with graying hair and a raspy smoker's voice, Eichinger stunned moviegoers everywhere with Downfall, the 2004 Oscar nominee that focused in shocking detail on the final days of Hitler and his cohorts in the tight quarters of the Führer's underground bomb shelter. Long before then, his first big commercial success in Germany was the 1981 film We Children From Bahnhof Zoo, the story of - another shocker - a 12-year-old girl in West Berlin who gets hooked on drugs and becomes a prostitute to support her heroin habit...
...much sweeter voice of Aleksandra Campesinos!. Opener “Death to Los Campesinos!” (I warned you about the exclamation marks) is particularly effective as the pair alternate lines, including the delicious opening couplet, “Broken down like the war economy / Father Führer don’t be mad at me.” For all the band’s cleverness, what’s truly remarkable about “Hold on Now, Youngster...” is its strikingly emotional center. “Knee Deep...
...weeks ago, leading me around his sturdy brick house in Bridlington, a British seaside resort town not far from where Hockney was born, he's steaming. "You know that Hitler didn't smoke?" he asks suddenly, as though daring me to disagree that this alone might explain der Fhrer's lust for world conquest. Last fall on British radio Hockney debated Julie Morgan, the Labour Member of Parliament who spearheaded the ban. "Death awaits you whether you smoke or not," he warned her. "Pubs are not health clubs." As for New York City, now that...
Wagener seems unable to make this distinction. He mistakes Hitler's flights of quasi-history and pseudo science for higher truth. It is a form of mental alchemy that confuses metaphor with fact. Somewhere in the Fhrer's murky idea of Europe's gene pool, the Volk await a new golden age. But first he must burn away the dross of Bolshevism and Jewry. The verbiage grows wild and the mind bloats. Wagener's unintended legacy is a lesson on how a haunted medieval mind could effectively debase reason in the name of reason. --By R.Z. Sheppard