that garbage!
Witches! A witches’ sabbath
on the mountain!
You dance very well, my Fьhrer.
But Goebbels, really...
You must see it!
Lift!
Look at my foot.
Show me.
If your feet hurt,
you shouldn’t go to the mountain.
Let’s ask Bormann for help.
Come here!
What is it, Magda?
- Bring her.
- Take her to her bedroom.
Josef, he is taking Magda away!
I’ll see you at dinner.
- God bless you.
- Hello.
Sorry... Thank you.
I see.
Damn.
Damn.
He will die anyway.
Why the cruelty?
You’re not an evil man.
Your heart must be
open to Goodness.
Desertion is certainly unacceptable...
and ought to be punished.
But I beg you to forgive him.
The concentration camp would...
kill him.
How often do you go to church?
How many SS divisions
are at my disposal?
I haven’t the slightest idea.
Many.
And none of these soldiers go to
church. Do you know where they go?
To death.
Who can explain me this paradox?
Those who worship
the crucifixion don’t want to die!
The answer to that...
may be found in youth.
No.
The answer to that is
in the larvae of insects.
How many eggs does a fly lay?
Millions.
How many eggs are lost?
Millions.
It means that every single egg
they lay are lost.
All of them!
But flies are still around!
They live!
I ask you, why?
I see. You hate the church.
You forbid young men
to go to the church.
The elderly are afraid.
They don’t have much time left.
Priests are in jail or under watch.
And me? I keep talking...
begging you...
for something...
as if you were Christ Himself.
Why am I such a fool?
We shouldn’t ask Him anything.
He is dead.
He won’t bring you anything.
I feel like I’ve upset you.
I didn’t mean to.
Forgive me.
The pain that possessed me...
took away the rest
of my sensibility.
Forgive me.
I see.
I had already noticed that.
If I win...
I’ll be praised by everyone.
But if I lose...
even the lowest of beings...
will mock me.
- Is it too windy for the Fьhrer?
- Yes.
The Fьhrer is waiting.
You may roll.
Careful.
Thank you.
That way is good. Thank you.
Panic-stricken Bolsheviks
are running away...
from the devastating
German army.
Dive!
On the 11th of July,
the chief commander announced...
the enemy’s defeat...
and the progress of troops
to the south of Woronesch...
200 miles along river Don.
Our troops are following closely
the fleeing enemy.
Our joy is to take arms
From England to the Black Sea
Always marching on
Freedom is our goal
Our Fьhrer
Gives the orders
And we obey him
Our Fьhrer
Gives the orders
And we obey him
Lisi!
It’s not for you!
Work!
I had to leave.
The news gave me
a terrible headache.
Have you anything?
Here.
Throw that away.
Okay, I’ll keep it.
What?
Don’t you think
others have problems?
Poor unhappy girl.
Unhappy. You have no idea
what it is to be forced to love.
A mediocre journalist,
a unsuccessful writer.
It was good to find
a genius to back him.
If it weren’t for the family
and for the National Ideal...
we would have broken up
a long time ago.
To love a genius,
I can’t explain it...
it’s like trying to love
the sun or the moon.
Look!
Real cinema!
Great images!
Garbage! I had never seen
such a waste of film!
- It makes my stomach turn.
- Exactly.
Unfinished work.
Completely incoherent!
The worst are not the tanks...
but the second half.
What a mess!
The writer either is
ignorant or incapable.
The cameraman is sloppy.
The director is self-absorbed.
The sound is not well recorded.
Why make a movie like that?
To stimulate them?
To say they have talent?
So they’ll do better next time?
No! Regarding the style
of cinematography...
there can be no compromise.
We’d better suppress it altogether.
To Auschwitz with the whole crew.
Where?
Auschwitz?
Where is it?
Nowhere. It doesn’t exist.
It