The film shows Hitler and some of his cronies having survived the war and living in some subterranean hideaway, watching old movies of their heydays, contemplating their past as well as their philosophies, and generally working on their memoirs. The fundamental problem of the film is that the screen writers have Hitler repeatedly confess that all his public appearances were a great piece of acting, but they let him speak throughout the movie in the same bombastic voice as in those public appearances. They can't have it both ways; and it is well known that Hitler, when not in the public eye, used to speak like a normal person (and, reportedly, could even be witty at it).
Many of Hitler's post-mortem profundities the writers came up with aren't quite that profound, but some of his more basic observations do sound true; for example that Stalin ruled over the masses exclusively by terror, while he himself earned their honest support by stirring their enthusiasm. Perhaps this is the reason that the Russian people were never blamed for the countless murders committed by the Soviets in the same way the German people were held responsible for those committed by the Nazis; or perhaps this difference stems for the fact that the Soviets did it mostly to their own people and not to the Jews in particular.
Under the banner of political correctness, it cannot be expected that the producers give Hitler much credit for anything good. He is permitted to mention that he loved animals and initiated legal measures to prevent cruelty to animals; and that Germany fell apart in the early 1930s before he came to power - that he was in fact democratically elected was however not deemed noteworthy. And strange, that in all his ramblings he does not recall, and in the ceaseless old movies flashing at his cave walls it never comes up, that he invented and built the autobahns, on which those producers even nowadays enjoy their Fahrvergnügen.
One great mystery of the movie is how Sigmund Freud got caught up with Hitler in the underground bunker; and another even greater puzzle is how come he has nothing of the slightest substance to say to or about the Führer. As a matter of fact, the latter spurts out far more psychological babble about himself than the grand master. If Freud was supposed to be a moral counterpart to Hitler in the movie, he was not given a chance to pull his weight.
Many of Hitler's post-mortem profundities the writers came up with aren't quite that profound, but some of his more basic observations do sound true; for example that Stalin ruled over the masses exclusively by terror, while he himself earned their honest support by stirring their enthusiasm. Perhaps this is the reason that the Russian people were never blamed for the countless murders committed by the Soviets in the same way the German people were held responsible for those committed by the Nazis; or perhaps this difference stems for the fact that the Soviets did it mostly to their own people and not to the Jews in particular.
Under the banner of political correctness, it cannot be expected that the producers give Hitler much credit for anything good. He is permitted to mention that he loved animals and initiated legal measures to prevent cruelty to animals; and that Germany fell apart in the early 1930s before he came to power - that he was in fact democratically elected was however not deemed noteworthy. And strange, that in all his ramblings he does not recall, and in the ceaseless old movies flashing at his cave walls it never comes up, that he invented and built the autobahns, on which those producers even nowadays enjoy their Fahrvergnügen.
One great mystery of the movie is how Sigmund Freud got caught up with Hitler in the underground bunker; and another even greater puzzle is how come he has nothing of the slightest substance to say to or about the Führer. As a matter of fact, the latter spurts out far more psychological babble about himself than the grand master. If Freud was supposed to be a moral counterpart to Hitler in the movie, he was not given a chance to pull his weight.