The Palme d'Or at Cannes film festival is forgiven.
Hardly surprisingly, was named best film, a strip of sheer perverse and fascist German (the children should already be this way!) Had as their object, as it were original times before the Nazi era, as proto-Nazis.
As best male actor Ösi one was excellent, the - you guessed it easily - an SS officer and wacky butchers were.
You guessed it's not so easy now - - for best actress was awarded a woman who in a work of art with the exciting name "Antichrist" naked self-mutilation.
Nazis are not exceptionally well in the case here.
But at least she stammers in the FAZ interview, therefore, anything by Nietzsche.
Anti-German minimum requirement fulfilled.
If awarded in Cannes almost only kinky Nazi Kinderschänderfilme with priest and bloody self-flagellation-sex ante Obscure Horror are at least our politicians should not be surprised to know when frustrated youths to play first-person shooter to real killing spree.
Whether one uranium "Dick" Cheney soon for a change, is dead Iraqi children ... see George Bush slaps and sit and watch yourself get excited by Obama to their hands, while Henry Kissinger, he smooths his neck?
Do not worry.
Hollywood and Cannes take good care of us, will not continue the present or recent past in their muddled press Movies and prices but do good penetrating their work so that the older past is always larger than life seem worse than the present.
Alswelche speak in terms of yesterday almost do not care.
This fits well then that Hitler flies in the movies at the cinema in the air because he is such a Kinonarr.
Now you have to concede to the painter from Braunau am Inn, even art appreciation and art sense to him again to make really befitting finished.
Soon one will probably be a few bastardized Brad shoot pitbulls in the hollow Earth and Mars have to the immortal villain in his hole, a forge and for all harmless personally titanium spiked chains, that his eternal suffering in the per 24-hour webcam always Internet may serve the purposes of voyeuristic people who find something else in her horny and rat miserable existence on earth anyway have to do anything useful.
Hopefully you will not still staring mutated to mourning service ("Man learns only when he eats shit" - quote from a contemporary bleating) which is not in the desired manner "clears".
For the latest Hollywood then needed not only upper-and under the earth a few powerful aliens.
That could help the troubled people in chains of ignorance or pure desire for freedom, and especially if all of the obviously disturbed Müßiggaffer, the assets at the painful writhing and moaning tired of seeing the prisoner pits and never-heard.
Then the flying undead Chancellor in the repaired Haunebu directly to New York for the UN and held there along with one Rieseneiterbeulenbambule super swinger parties in wetlands motherfucking marching band.
Hitler would have another Hollywood blockbuster.
Who has me on the ten million for the script idea?
(Please read before the recent hyper-inflation, which - guess they have it again - for the big screen as a precaution, the Nazis again brings to power.)
Ten million, please.