I still have yet to see Herzog's remake of Nosferatu, even though it has Bruno and one of my all-time favorites, Klaus Kinski. I'm still bothered by Herzog's shitty treatment of Abel Ferrara and that version (or as Herzog called it, sequel) of Bad Lieutenant.
We could learn from the whole Nazi thing to be suspicious of leaders who come on with the, "You're under attack, and the only way to survive is to give me more power!" routine, but, instead, we've learned only to look out for people who seem obviously maniacal.
Definitely. It's such a simplistic viewpoint; it's like the general response from my classmates in high school sincerely questioning, "Why didn't someone just killer Hitler?" I can understand how the events in WWII can seem incomprehensible and how the absolute outrage and disgust can lead one to that line of thinking, but eventually, has to (or should) grow out of such black and white thinking, as it does us no favors.
I hate to namedrop thirty different things in one comment, but you really ought to read Kurt Vonnegut's Mother Night.
I absolutely should and will get to it when possible.
Here's Goebbels and Hitler as promised: I feel terrible for saying that I love this picture, but I do because of the real life horror and absurdity of it. Did they decide to dress similarly? Was Hitler not terribly fond of these little gatherings, judging by his constant discomfort in pictures from them? Goebbels is so goddamned pleased with life and then there's that guy in the back, in the glasses, ignoring his conversation to get in on the photograph. Maria, it must be noted, did very well for herself during this time, primarily performing Wagner's works. I couldn't fit all of the page on the copier, so some of the text is cut off, but hopefully, it doesn't deter from the perverse enjoyment of the picture. I've noticed that German publications from the time period never called Hitler by name, just Der Führer, which makes it funnier to me.
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I still have yet to see Herzog's remake of Nosferatu, even though it has Bruno and one of my all-time favorites, Klaus Kinski. I'm still bothered by Herzog's shitty treatment of Abel Ferrara and that version (or as Herzog called it, sequel) of Bad Lieutenant.
We could learn from the whole Nazi thing to be suspicious of leaders who come on with the, "You're under attack, and the only way to survive is to give me more power!" routine, but, instead, we've learned only to look out for people who seem obviously maniacal.
Definitely. It's such a simplistic viewpoint; it's like the general response from my classmates in high school sincerely questioning, "Why didn't someone just killer Hitler?"
I can understand how the events in WWII can seem incomprehensible and how the absolute outrage and disgust can lead one to that line of thinking, but eventually, has to (or should) grow out of such black and white thinking, as it does us no favors.
I hate to namedrop thirty different things in one comment, but you really ought to read Kurt Vonnegut's Mother Night.
I absolutely should and will get to it when possible.
Here's Goebbels and Hitler as promised:
I feel terrible for saying that I love this picture, but I do because of the real life horror and absurdity of it. Did they decide to dress similarly? Was Hitler not terribly fond of these little gatherings, judging by his constant discomfort in pictures from them? Goebbels is so goddamned pleased with life and then there's that guy in the back, in the glasses, ignoring his conversation to get in on the photograph. Maria, it must be noted, did very well for herself during this time, primarily performing Wagner's works.
I couldn't fit all of the page on the copier, so some of the text is cut off, but hopefully, it doesn't deter from the perverse enjoyment of the picture. I've noticed that German publications from the time period never called Hitler by name, just Der Führer, which makes it funnier to me.