"Borat" in Germany with Hitler - but instead of stirring the pot with dead-pan juvenilism, it takes to the road with perhaps the most relatable and commanding impersonation of history's most demonised figure; Oliver Masucci's spirited recitals of Mein Kampf mining all sorts of morally-deplorable candid reactions from unwitting members of the German public to demonstrate, most controversially of all, the effectiveness of Hitler's nationalistic platform today.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Like his contemporary Herzog does when mining the historical record, Malick commits the film's team of craftsmen and performers to a high standard of naturalism while favoring a more poetic standard of "ecstatic truth" for the story itself - retaining the fictional romance between Pocahontas and John Smith in telling the story of America's colonisation.
At first, this romantic anachronism continues Malick's character study from The Thin Red Line - an American soldier discovering his peaceful nature in the course…