Franz Rogowski plays a Nazi ringmaster in a deluded blend of magical realism, gratuitous violence and sentimentalityWhat better way to start the new year with what will surely be remembered as one of its worst films.
This mashup of magical realism, gratuitous violence and sentimentality is an atrocity in filmic form.
It’s only a bit offensive for its appropriation of the Holocaust as a dramatic engine.
What really stirs revulsion is the film’s smug delusions of quality, a self-belief so strong that it has the gall to take two hours and 21 minutes to unfurl itself to the end.
Everyone who whined about Martin Scorsese’s Killers of the Flower Moon being too long should be strapped to a chair, like Malcolm McDowell in A Clockwork Orange, and forced to watch this in order to understand the difference between a film that’s long because it has a…
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