Our Hitler: A Film from Germany

1977
7.5| 7h22m| en
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This inventive, exhaustive seven-hour film looks at the rise, reign and demise of Adolf Hitler. German director Hans Jürgen Syberberg, who was a child during World War II, doesn't try to recreate history to the letter. Instead, he places his actors -- many of whom play several roles -- on a stage and has them reenact events based on and inspired by Hitler's life. The action combines traditional narration and historical characters, but also idiosyncratic tweaks, like the use of puppets.

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Actuakers One of my all time favorites.
Mjeteconer Just perfect...
UnowPriceless hyped garbage
Jenna Walter The film may be flawed, but its message is not.
hasosch Recently, I am noticing that a remarkably high percentage of those German films that are released on international dvds have as topic the Nazi time. But not enough with this newer productions, one is even eager to re-release older movies about this one and the same topic, which seems to be of such great interest. What are the reasons? Is it the still bad conscience of the Germans themselves which cannot be made responsible for what their fathers or grandfathers did? Or do the sons and grandsons of the "liberators" of Nazi Germany have to indulge now in their past, because the present does not look so glorious anymore? Syberberg's "Hitler" is grandly overrated, in my opinion. It is a pseudo-intellectual work which is pretending much more than what it really is. In almost 8 hours the director scatters the undigested morsels out of textbooks in philosophy, German literature and film history over his audience. Or do you know what Hegel has to do with the Third Reich? Do you know why Oskar Loerke, Ernst Stadler, August Stramm and the dadaists come to "honor" in this movie? Do you really believe that the "Hollywood fascists" ended the carrier of Erich von Stroheim, leaded by Gloria Swanson? This film is crowded with poetic and metaphysical "knowledge" that is just picked up from encyclopedias, mixed with pure nonsensical "interpretations" and randomly spread in the legion of massively overlong monologues. If you watch attentively, the movie presents you a full contents of assumingly every experimental shot that you can find listed in the histories of film technique - of course, randomly used, the absence of any recognizable structure being blamed to the lack of understanding of an allegedly illiterate audience.Principally, I like the idea of digging out classics of the German New Wave between the Oberhausener Manifest and its end with the dead of Fassbinder. But where, where are the films of Alexander Kluge, Peter, Thomas and Viktor Schamoni, Werner Schroeter, Horst Bienek, Peter Lilienthal, Jean-Marie Straub, Ula Stöckl, Peter Fleischmann, Hans W. Geissendörfer, Ulrike Ottinger, Walter Bockmayer? At the same time when dubious film companies are re-releasing the unrestored and horribly dubbed German pre-New Wave movies, the so-called "Kriminalfilme" and "Lederhosenfilme" and present them to a surprised American audience that cannot have any idea about the background on which these movies had been made, at this very same time the films of the New Wave generation that purposely cleaned up with this so-called "Papa's Cinema", are simply not available on international dvds. And if you buy the German dvds, than you will realize that practically all are not region-free. Well understood, we speak here about several hundreds of films which would be well worth seeing international distribution. However, Syberberg's "Hitler" does definitely not belong to the pearls. Its director released "Hitler" for free on his own homepage and offers region-free copies of his collected works for a dumping price.
GrigoryGirl Susan Sontag called this film "the most extraordinary film I've ever seen". This may seem like a hyperbolic statement, but after seeing this film, I see where Susan was coming from. This really is an extraordinary film, and I completely understand Sontag's adoration of it. This is a brilliant film, one that has had me thinking for days about it. I watched it over 2 nights, and there's so much in it and so much to take in that I'm planning on renting it again or perhaps purchasing it. Despite its 7 1/2 hour length, there isn't one dull moment in it. I only watched it over 2 nights because I had to go to sleep. If I had had the time to watch the whole thing in one sitting, I would have done so without thinking. I haven't felt this glued to the screen in I don't know how long.The film is absolutely mesmerizing. This film has been unavailable for many, many years, and this is the first time it's been offered on home video. The director, Hans Jurgen Syberberg, had posted the film on his website, but watching it on a TV or projected is the best way to see it. The film is operatic, theatrical, mind bending, sad, haunting, angry, depressing, and just about everything else you can think of. The 4th part is a little boring (the first 30 minutes of part four is one long monologue), but after this monologue is concluded, the film takes off again to a stunning conclusion. Never does the film feel padded. Like in Wagner's great operas (Wagner figures prominently here), a film like this needs to be long to tell its story, and that should be respected. The actors throughout the film give excellent performances, and the film is one of the most thought provoking films that I've seen in recent memory. This is a filmic masterpiece.
aliasme I came across this film by accident whilst trying to locate another German made film and on discovering that the entire 7 hours is available free in real-time I began to watch. Those seven hours flew by and by the end I was left feeling stunned and somehow very insignificant. This is not a film to invite a few pals round for and throw pizza and beer in for good measure. This is a film to watch alone or maybe with someone who is interested in cinema as a means of transcending time and place. The images and audio presentations you will see and hear may well change your perceptions on life itself. Why this film is so little known is a mystery and perhaps it is only for the few and not the masses. It hits a spot somewhere deep inside and nestles in there and will never be entirely removed. See it and understand why 80 million Germans believed Hitler, a maniac, became for many, a god.
batzi8m1 Warning. This is not a movie for an evening of entertainment. Its is 8 hours of surreal images about mass media combining with trivialized pop culture versions of German romantic irrationalizm to create that phenomenon called Hitler, which will never leave the dark corners of human nightmares and the strange world of pop mythology.I've seen this film twice in a cinema (Berkeley, CA) when it came around. Obviously people willing to subject themselves to eight hours of surrealist images about Hitler as the Great Communicator (the original for you Reagan fans) are going to go in a bit prejudiced. I had not yet seen any other Syberberg films nor read anything about him or his films, as I wanted to experience this for it's own sake without preconceived notions. After intermission, my friend, a warehouse manager, and I couldn't wait to see the rest. The same was true when it returned a few years later and I saw it with an artist friend, who was even more excited. We heard similar buzz from the people around us at intermission. This movie was something special, and after all these years, having re-read the screenplay and amazed at the images, I'd see it again for an all nighter. But I don't really have to because I can replay most of the scenes in my head at any time -- they were that striking and memorable. I guess part of that may have to do with the fact that I am born German, and was once a student of modern German literature, theater, art and lived in Munich when artists like Handke, Thomas Bernhard, Max Frish, Fassbinder, Herzog, Wenders and Syberberg challenged the status quo and awoke Germans to the idea that there is something else besides Brecht, Grass and sighing the Mea Culpa over the Third Reich.Syberberg had already done films that were hard to get shown (this was before the Video Revolution) and with Hitler he really went overboard. This film could never be a commercial success, but it was worth the making and seeing. It creates images, meant for someone who is steeped in German mythos while at the same time aware of the changes wrought on world media by Edison's invention of the moving pictures. Combine these with mass communication capability, the capability to entrance the masses with the images they want to identify with is the history of both Hitler and Movies. So for eight hours Syberberg bombards the viewer with images of the Black Mary (Edison's studio) as a backdrop, Hitler rising out of Wagners grave in a Roman toga, Radio tranmissions of SS Troopers singing Silent Night direct from Stalingrad, touching personal reminiscances by Hitler's butler of how he liked his underwear pressed, his projectionist eating a sausage picknick at the old Eagle's Nest talking about what a nice regular guy his old boss was.In short, this movie fills the viewer with indellible images of the capability of mass media to suck in the viewers, give them a sense of intimacy, and trivialize mass murder from a "real life human perspective." No single scene or sermon or 90 minute expose of Auschwitz can ever hope to drive home the real insanity of the mass delusions which created the greatest tragedy of this century. And for Germans the constant cleansing and coping escapism of the post war era (It wasn't us, it was those few bad guys that are now dead) needed a real response by the generation that was born afterwards. And the only way Syberberg could do that was to let all those images of the collective German memory of the great history of its irrationalism and romanticism fight against the attempt to rationalize it's rape by their own philestines.Memorable quotes include the famous "Every time I hear the word Art I reach for my pistol."Particularly good are Andre Heller as the melancholy narrator, the dialog between Himmler and his masseur, Christmas stories, and touching human stories about Hitler and his beloved doggies. Those skits are kind of like a news magazine story about the human side of John Wayne Gacey as Bunel and Dali might have filmed it.