Oh sure, there have been a couple of examples of this particular brand of filmmaking that I have admired—John Boorman’s “Hope and Glory” and Steven Spielberg’s “Empire of the Sun” (especially its astounding first hour or so) immediately spring to mind—but those hardly begin to make up for such utter grotesqueries as “The Tin Drum,” “The Boy in the Striped Pajamas” and, of course, the more-appalling-than-ever “Life is Beautiful,” films that take the most horrific event of the 20th century and attempt to milk it for cheap sentiment and, hopefully, Oscar nominations from people who mistakenly assume that just because a movie involves a serious subject like the Holocaust, it must be serious as well and therefore worthy of consideration.
Somehow Waititi mongrelizes Gunther Grass’s The Tin Drum and then fails the critique of idol-worship that made Marco Bellocchio’s Vincere — with its full-out correction of Mussolini’s impact on the romantic imagination of a subjected populace — a perfect allegory for Obama-era idolatry.