I just exited the Siskel Center after watching “RIFENSTAHL.” I missed the first screening (with director-in-person) last week, because I hosted the Prairie Postgres User Group at the same time. Today was my only chance to see it, because I am leaving tomorrow and the last screening will be on September 26, before I return. Well, there will be more screenings later, but I will be travelling again, and also – I didn’t want to wait!
I just saw the movie. For the past several months, I was reading my friend’s blog about Riefenstahl’s memoirs, and I wanted to know more, so I queued a couple of books about her in my future reading list. But let me tell you that: it’s one thing to read what she says about herself, and a different thing to hear it, in her own words, with her facial expressions, with her intonations. To see the immense pleasure on her face when she watched the “Triumph of the Will,” conducting the screen music.
Starting with her cynical phrase: The movie was commissioned by Hitler. If Roosevelt were to commission a movie, I would also try my best. If Stalin were to ask me to make a movie for him, I would do my best as well. And all her screams: no, it’s a lie! What people disappear?! There were no such people around me! We didn’t know! No, I didn’t see! And: I would never make a movie about cripples! And isn’t it in all cultures that we admire beautiful bodies?
Oh, and there is footage of how she was making these pictures of Nuba! How she treated them like animals. I will never buy her albums.
Evil, evil, evil. No shades. No “buts”.
Yeah, I still have to find time to watch the movie, but I already noticed how differently she looks like in documentary videos compared to her tone in the memoirs. The memoirs present to us a very reasonable person who is able to explain herself even regarding the most serious matters, and you involuntarily sympathize with her, while live footage shows clearly how inadequately aggressive and self-defensive she was in reality and, more importantly, how VERY CONSCIOUS she was about the evil she brought with her.
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For me, the most horrific thing was the footage of how she was taking these pictures of Nuba. With a whip i her hand and s whistle in her mouth. And giving them treats after the shooting, like to the dogs who just completed a trick. And the same thing with her posing with the little children. When I told Boris what I saw, he asked me whether i remember about the human zoo… precisely! They weren’t people for her, just beautiful animals. She didn’t change.
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OMG… and she was so, so sweet talking about them in the memoirs, it was always “my Nuba friends.” O_O
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Yep, “my dog is my best friend”… 😦
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