This documentary about  Joseph Goebbels, Nazi Minister of Propaganda, is car-wreck fascinating.  Kenneth Branagh  reads Goebbels’ diary entries over archival film footage and a mood-setting soundtrack.  There is no additional commentary.  Goebbels’ own words tell the story of his childhood, his rise in the National Socialist movement, the rise of Hitler and the Nazis to power, his family life, and the Nazi’s eventual downfall.

Goebbels has long been considered an evil media genius and the perfecter of the “Big Lie” principle of propaganda.  He embraced and mastered the newest technologies available for spreading propaganda at the time- film and television. And I have often heard it said that modern advertising and political campaigns use techniques Goebbels perfected. His diary entries reflect his study and criticism of these mediums.  However, he originally didn’t want to be propaganda minister and felt being assigned the position was an insult, but his loyalty to national socialism (not Hitler interestingly) and his extreme work ethic led him to an eventual totalitarian control of all media in Germany.

Later he argued that propaganda was an art form essential to the success of the Nazi party and the war effort.  His work certainly helped lead the National Socialist movement to political power in the 1930s, spread antisemitism, and promoted a god-like reference for Hitler among the Germans.  When things began to go wrong on the Russian front in 1943, Goebbels’ diaries reflect that he didn’t agree with telling the German people unrealistic lies, as other Nazi leaders were, and even called doing so embarrassing.  He questions Hitler’s leadership in his diaries.  He pushed for “total war” and his propaganda attempted to steel the German people for the sacrifices that would be necessary to drive back the Russians.  As we now know, it was too late.

The film includes bits of Goebbels’ home movies and diary entries about his relationship with his wife.  His home movies of his children are the most chilling.  The children put on elaborate shows for their father’s birthdays- singing songs and reciting poetry.  Spoiler Alert: Goebbels and his wife poisoned their six children before committing suicide themselves when Berlin was lost.

The only thing I felt missing from the film were more entries from those last days in the bunker.  The film goes eerily silent towards the end, which I’m sure is symbolic.  Maybe he stopped writing in his diary towards the end?  I don’t know.

It is obvious from his diaries that Goebbels was prone to fits of manic depression shuttling between feverish ecstasy at Nazi successes to feeling “tortured” and thinking he could not go on.  He is egotistical in that way that all mad geniuses are.  He calls the British and American attempts at propaganda amateurish and criticizes plays and films throughout.  He had a lame leg from a botched surgery as a child, which always challenged his self-esteem.  He judges leaders by their physical stature several times in the film.

What I found especially interesting is how much modern political parties in the U.S., both Republican and Democrat, emulate Goebbels’ principles of image control for the masses.  He created the image of the Nazis as the saviors of Germany (which had a ruined economy) through social programs. He presented them as the party of hope and change.  He was especially good at demonizing the enemies of the party so that they appeared to be the enemies of the people.  He mastered the cutting edge technologies, which appealed to the youth and made the Nazis appear advanced.   Last but not least, he made his candidate, Hitler, who Goebbels did not always trust or like, appear as a  god beyond reproach.  Godwin’s law states “As an online discussion grows longer, the probability of a comparison involving Nazis or Hitler approaches 1.”  This is especially true in political discussions on social websites, and most of the time the statement deals with the party lying or warmongering.  But what Goebbels did with propaganda, minus the genocide and eugenics, is emulated by ALL political campaigns today.

He’s still evil.  Just saying.

 

If you were to take three pioneering rock guitar players and film them sitting around together talking about electric guitars, what would you get?  You’d get this documentary.  Well, there’s a little more to it than that.

Davis Guggenheim who directed the controversial An Inconveinent Truth is at the helm here.  Global warming politics aside, this is a rock guitar players dream of a documentary-  Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin, The Edge of U2, and Jack White of The White Stripes all talking about their creative processes, guitar sounds and techniques, and musical backgrounds.

Each legend is given relatively equal time individually playing guitar and discussing their backgrounds and philosophies.  Guggenheim combines live footage, animation, and archival photos to fill out their stories.  In between the individual focused scenes, the legends sit in round table fashion playing parts of each others’ songs and supposedly giving each other mini-lessons (Do you expect me to believe Jack and The Edge never learned to play Led Zeppelin songs?).

The documentary opens with Jack White building a single-string instrument by hammering a nail to each end of a 2×4, running a string between the nails, propping up one end of the string with a Coke bottle, and nailing a pickup in the middle.  He plugs it in and proceeds to play slide guitar.  He then says, “Who says you need to buy a guitar?” Which is interesting, because this IS billed as a documentary about the electric guitar. White seems to struggle with this notion throughout the film.  After the homemade instrument scene, the next time we see White, he plays the piano. When discussing his musical background, he talks about being a drummer first and moving to the guitar out of necessity. He says The White Stripes’ sound is based on the drums. And when he plays his favorite song, it is Son House singing and clapping- no guitar.

I had issues with how contradictory Jack, The Edge, and Jimmy are when talking separately about the guitar, but then I realized that was the point.  They are three very different players coming from very different backgrounds.  Jack White, perhaps, being the hardest to reconcile with the other two.  In fact, at one point he says something to the effect of, “If you want it easy buy a Fender or a Les Paul.”  Both Jimmy and The Edge are known for playing Fenders and Les Pauls.  I don’t think anyone could argue that they “took it easy.”

The Edge and Jimmy talk about guitars and music like they are talking about fine wine.  Jack’s grittier.  Where Jimmy says you have to handle a guitar the way you handle a woman, Jack says you have to start a fist fight with it and win. Where Edge says technology pushes creativity and creates new sounds, Jack says, “Technology is a big destroyer of emotion and truth.”  Granted these interviews were filmed independently of one another.  When the three are together, they are all well-behaved and eager to learn from one another.

Guggenheim shows us The Edge playing in his studio with his massive effects board.  Jack is featured in his house in Tennessee with his classic harmonica microphone and plastic guitars. We partially see him write and record a song on a reel to reel.  Jimmy goes to Headley Grange where Led Zeppelin IV was recorded.  Each legend plays some of his favorite records (Edge plays 4-track demos).  At the round table, they all play some of their well-known songs.  They all jam on “In My Time of Dying,” which is really cool.  The Edge’s uniqueness in style from the other two really stands out on that tune.  And they end with a cover of “Take a Load Off Fannie.”

Some of the deleted scenes on the DVD consist of Jimmy showing the others “Kashmir,” The Edge’s sound check, and Jack jamming on his porch, singing through a harmonica mic.

 

I watched Tyson the documentary over the weekend.  Mike narrates the story of his life in several interview formats with archival footage and photos interspersed.  In my opinion, the sequence illustrating his unification of the Championship belts at the age of 20 leaves no doubt that he was the greatest boxer ever in his prime.  His speed, power, and head movement were unparalleled. He was a heavyweight with the speed of a lightweight.  On top of that, he was vicious in the ring.  No one could weather the storm he brought.

And then he fell apart.

Mike is very eloquent and candid in these interviews, and he admits to feeling insane at times in his life.  James Toback’s editing often gives a sense of disorientation and even schizophrenia. Mike admits his weaknesses and mistakes. His ringside interview after his last fight is especially telling- “I don’t have the fighting guts… I’m just trying to pay some bills… I don’t love this anymore.”

I read Unforgivable Blackness a year or two ago, and Tyson’s life is eerily similar to that of Jack Johnson, the first black heavyweight champion. He had the same hubris and need for the public to love him, but at the same time feared what everyone thought of him. Paranoia, certainly justified in Johnson’s case, over racial and social-class prejudice by the media, government, and public fed his insecurities and erratic behavior. And he ends up playing the monster he fears everyone sees him as.

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