Khoi Vinh’s review published on Letterboxd:
Such a weird little movie. It takes place in a kind of forgotten corner of the World War II narrative, supposes a chance encounter with Hitler's infamous field marshal Erwin Rommel, and features almost zero accurate accents from any of its primary players. It's also, indisputably, a Billy Wilder joint, which means it's got that extra bit of smarts and cynicism that sets it apart from the usual wartime propaganda, even when the script calls for it.
Oh yeah, and the protracted, wordless opener, where a zombie tank rolls through the dessert, is almost worth the price of admission on its own.