Whats a Nazi movie without fake German accents? Nothing much, say I. Butwith
German accents, the thicker the better, well, thats a different story.
Take one of my favorite World War II movies, The Young Lions, starring Marlon Brando as a blond Nazi lieutenant destined to be shot to death by a Jewish New Yorker played by Montgomery Clift. Theres a fantastic scene in the film when, stuck in the North African desert fighting for Rommel, Brando and his commanding officer (Maximilian Schell) flee the Allies on a shared motorcycle. Both men are exhausted to the point of insanity, literally falling asleep at the wheel, and they yammer at each other to stay awake. Any nonsense that enters their heads will do, and its the German accents (Brandos a brilliant fake, Schells presumably authentic) that keep the dialogue singing. The scene is both realistic and a little bit over the top, which may be the only effective way to deal with the madness of the Third Reich on celluloid.
Unfortunately, the makers of the forthcoming miniseries event Hitler: The Rise of Evil (CBS, May 18 and 20) take a predictably earnest approach to the subject, and avoid the Ve have vays of making you talk method of impersonating Nazis onscreen. Given that the film is about the most chilling dictator in history, this is understandable, but it dooms this biopic/history to stylistic stiffness. As Hitler, Robert Carlyle (The Full Monty) sounds more like an English soccer hooligan than a führer, and, with his pinched, narrow face and simmering rage, he looks like one, too. In fact, he looks like a soccer hooligan whose team hasnt won a game in 14 years, so in a way it works. Talk about angry! Nietzsches description of the anti-Semitic rabble as worm-eaten physiological casualties . . . insatiable in [their] eruptions against the happy fits perfectly.
Honor-bound to present the full historical picture (this is CBS, home of Dan Rather and self-important journalism, after all), the film tries to cover all the bases. It starts by spending about five minutes on Adolf the boy (nasty father who beat him, loving mother who died early), lingers another two minutes on adolescence (when he fails to get into art school), and then slips into adulthood, with Hitler, already a fully-fledged anti-Semite the film fudges the question of when he actually became one joining Germanys army for the start of World War I. By this point, one of the films stars (Stockard Channing, believe it or not, as the mother) has already come and gone, and the scenes go by so fast you may think youre watching a preview.
But from the end of the war, when Hitler moves into politics, Rise of Evil steadies itself and picks up narrative steam. We meet the main players: Fritz Gerlich (Matthew Modine), a German journalist who, after initially being attracted to Hitlers nationalist message, becomes the main opposition voice to Hitler in the media; Helene and Ernst Hanfstaengl (Julianna Margulies and Liev Schreiber), an enigmatic aristocratic couple whose flirtation with National Socialism is meant to suggest the corruption of Germanys upper class; and Ernst Röhm (Peter Stormare), the head of the Nazi Storm Troopers, who was both a guarantor of Hitlers safety and a thorn in his side until Hitler had him shot in 1936. Of the aforementioned, only Stormare, last seen doing something nasty to Tom Cruises eyes in Minority Report, really distinguishes himself, but Zoe Telford (as Eva Braun) and Jena Malone (as Hitlers put-upon niece) effectively portray the women in the dictators life. And Peter OToole provides a nice star turn as the dying President Hindenburg, the last symbol of the old order that had to be overturned for the Nazi Party to triumph.
Photo by Caroline Mardon/CBS
The trouble with Rise of Evil isnt with the acting; its simply never quite clear whether writers John Pielmeier and G. Ross Parker, and director Christian Duguay, want this to be a real movie or a cinematic Cliffs Notes guide to Hitler, the Nazi Party and the rise of fascism, up to 1936. The story is introduced by a quotation from Edmund Burke The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing but what it demonstrates is that several good men indeed tried to stop Hitler, but that, short of a bullet between the eyes, nothing was going to have the desired effect. Attempting to outmaneuver him politically, as Germanys prime minister, Gustav Von Kahr, did, was useless, because even when the plan succeeded, Hitler simply called in his storm troopers and rectified the situation through violence. Unfortunately in this case, good men dont assassinate people.
The best thing about Carlyles performance is the way in which he conveys Hitlers terrifying will. In one of the most memorable scenes, he is shown returning to Nazi headquarters after a spell in jail that has left him vulnerable to a hostile takeover from within. In his absence, the young Joseph Goebbels (Justin Salinger) has proved himself to be an almost equally adept rabble-rouser and demagogue, but Hitler disarms him with terrifying ease. And you must be the young man who so desperately wants me out of the party, he says to his future information minister, meeting him for the first time and one look from the Führer is enough to convince the upstart that, in terms of leadership skills and the will to power, hes way out of his league. Hitler strides around the Nazi HQ, whipping the stragglers into shape. In this struggle, there are only two possible outcomes, he screams. Either the enemy passes over our body, or we pass over theirs. Within minutes, even Goebbels is saying, Sieg Heil.
Max, another recent movie to take on the subject of the young Hitler, made the bold claim that if the fledgling artist had only been a better painter he might never have bothered to become a führer at all. As history, this may have been a stretch, but as a fresh angle on the subject it was superb. Australian actor Noah Taylor portrayed the demon from Linz as the kind of ranting, malicious, failed artist you might still find holding court in a grimy bohemian coffeehouse today. And his German accent was pretty good, too. If you can only stomach one new movie about Hitler, Id suggest renting this one on video.
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