Hi everybody,
I watched “Downfall” last night (2004) for the first time, a retelling of Hitler’s last days in his Berlin bunker. Often sickening, often unbearable, more than once I had to avert my eyes. Filled with Hitler’s narcissistic rants about being betrayed and his psychopathy (inability to feel or care about anyone else’s pain)—everyone, including the German people (and, of course, the Jews) get what they deserve in the end in his eyes. And then, smidgens of kindness, e.g. toward his beautiful young secretary, from whose memoir, much of the film is based.
Extraordinary performances, and one of the best movies I’ve ever seen. But be prepared to feel sick at the end and to wonder out loud about the nature of the human species.
Richard
Insight to my Self….?
I finally found the movie online…..
To me this was just a movie with people playing the supposed parts of other people, and how could the secretary be in every scene to know what happened. Did she not have any gaps in life, like perhaps sleeping during meetings of other people?
Where did the one woman obtain her huge hair rollers in the ‘40s?
Switching from looking at an English subtitle to a “strange person babbling gobbledegook” made no sense to me. I like to look at that person talking (and I am a listener who sometimes must be a lip-reader.)
Perhaps I live in a foreign film….look away, hear a foreign language and see no face of the one who is speaking….. I think that fits me, whether I’m looking or not, as what the person who is speaking says is not what I understand. It is all a bucket of lies to me.
Trying not to be a Narcissist, I have to be in EVERY scene, to know what has truly happened.
Does this sound real?
Why do we have to believe whatever we have read or seen in a movie: ones made from times before our times?
I sometimes much want history to be true, but I do find it difficult to believe, in many instances. If it is announced as a fictional story, whether, love, war, murder mystery,, I might believe, but otherwise, I wasn't there to see it. I feel rather odd,,, therefore!
I don’t even believe my own life when “I was not there!"...so to speak!
Just a fairy tale I read in a book somewhere!
Any Comments? It doesn’t seem to fit the DSM? or does it?
Xx
Izzy