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 ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст На опасной земле на английском - текст Мутанты Икс - Сезон 3 на английском - текст Повелители вселенной на английском - текст Когда опускается ночь на английском - текст Замок на английском |