This film cannot be regarded as a historical biography: Hitler failed to apply for the Academy of Fine Arts twice before World War I, and then became a wandering youth in Vienna. After the end of World War I, he was determined to pursue a career in politics. He first served as a guard in a prisoner of war camp, and then began to do propaganda, and thus discovered his ability to speak... These experiences are evidenced by "Mein Kampf". But as "purely fictional", the plot design is not outrageous: if God had really given the Führer a chance to pursue art, then -- it would still be useless.
Because he is not that person at all.
According to the theory of "Genius to Destiny", every genius has a mission, and sooner or later he will get to where he should be. Just as Wittgenstein tried his best to be a good elementary school teacher, and finally had to obediently go back and write his Philosophical Investigations. Hitler in this film is roughly the same. He wanted to be an artist, and he also met an art dealer, but it turned out to be a futile comedy: the son of a wealthy Jewish family, a former painter maimed by the war, shows how "unliterate" the Fuhrer is everywhere—— He has considerable artistic appreciation, is sensitive to sophistication and communication, and lives in a warm and exquisite family. The founders of the Third Reich were poor, weak, pale, fed on relief in a veterans shelter, did not understand social etiquette, did not drink alcohol or tobacco, hated and avoided association with women. Those hoarse speeches were his only presence until they turned into a national nightmare.
The film uses an almost blunt counterpoint method to show that they have a world of different lives, but there is a lack of tension when showing the relationship between the two. At the beginning, it was undoubtedly the friendship caused by the war that made the two meet, but soon Hitler's "artistic level" forced Max to tell the truth (this film is still very good for the Führer, it is said that he does not have the ability to draw from life, Only limited to copying landscape pictures). We could have gone our separate ways, but when Max heard Hitler's speech for the first time, he seemed to have a vague "salvation" motive, and wanted to use the artist's future to induce Hitler to stay away from politics and give up that brainless The theory of fake and inferior blood is inevitably mixed with some kind of "original sin" mentality - if he is not nothing, if he is born in a rich family like me, maybe he will not be like this.
The unfortunate fact proved that the Führer was not Van Gogh at all: he first complained that he had no money (I want to work, I have no time to create), and when he had money, he found that he had no inspiration; 30, it's too early to be famous! Why does the buyer photograph XXX? When can you hold an art exhibition for me... Max's "inspiration and enlightenment" to him is basically equivalent to talking about chickens and ducks. In the eyes of the artist, the woman who has always been "the embodiment of beauty and the source of inspiration", but in front of him is only the object of selling Amway - there is Nietzsche's legacy (no difference), and there are also factors of growth environment - in the lower class, sexuality And lust is often like the yellow puppet show, full of vulgarity and filth. Nothing can better illustrate the distance between the head of state and art.
In the middle of the film, Max said while coaxing his son to sleep: In an upside-down world, everyone keeps saying "I hate you". Art is something that belongs to the "normal world". Only by first understanding the true goodness and beauty, and then hating the evil and darkness that destroys them, can the source of creation be born. So even though he lost his right hand in painting, Max still pondered the "magic of words" and started anti-war performance art. And Hitler, the "political artist", would always just cry "I hate you".
The second time Max heard Hitler speak in the beer hall, it was visibly ominous: there was another energy in this man who was incapable of producing his work, and who was dreaming of creating the future—not just on paper. He intends to make another effort to drag the other party back into the painter's orbit. However, the paradox of history suddenly appeared: Hitler's "colleagues" physically wiped out this "enemy" who hindered the grand plan - the bombardment of the words "I hate you" flooded the sky and drowned out the faith and hope in the "normal world".
It's like a twisted version of X-Men's history: a world of abundance, grace, and belief in goodness, love, and beauty, always no match for the hatred that stems from poverty, despair, and trauma. So art dies in the dark snow, and looking down upon it is the eagle of Hohenzollern, the Führer's favorite. Germany, this time conquering everything with will, is heading in the direction it must go.
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