I dunno, how many people regard "Shangai Knights" as
history?
-Jay
This film answers that question firmly, and that answer is NO. It
seems clear that's the answer early on. And to me, that's what is
fascinating about the picture. It's a small story about two people, a
passionate and driven story that is almost unimportant, almost
ordinary, with Big History hanging over it. And what's more, in my
opinion, even if history weren't hanging over it, if it were set in a
fantasy world where we didn't know the outcome, the story would still
be the same--we'd still have a sense of what the stakes really are for
these characters.
In particular, what I found effective and fascinating, is that Max
clearly senses something important in this pathetic, scruffy little
guy. These characters have strange insight into one another, and a
strange magnetism between them that makes them value each other's
opinions, even on things they shouldn't. (WHY does Max ask Hitler what
he thinks of that disastrous bit of anti-military perfomance art? He
knows full well Hitler's opinions, and yet it's as if he also knows
that Hitler is the only one who understood it.)
This is a reasonably well researched, and extremely well performed,
drama that gives us insight into two very nicely delineated characters.
It's about character, not history. It also makes a social statement
about the ordinariness of evil, and how we see it. (And yes, I think
Max sees it.) It doesn't make any recommendations. It doesn't imply
that there is something specific to be one. It just lays it out there
for the sake of understanding.
I think the direction was a little sloppy, although I can't put my
finger on specifics. The script seemed uneven, and not always timed
right. I also think some of the best stuff was so subtle that it got a
little lost under the big emotional shadow of history. (For instance,
toward the end, Hitler's big antisemitic speech is intercut with scenes
of Max and his father attending temple. The temple scene is really
beautifully done as we see Max watching his father worship, and then
joining in. We can see he has been healed--ironically by his
relationship with Hitler. But the fearsome power of that speech
overwhealms everything of meaning in the temple sequence.)
There's a lot that could have been done with the balance and timing,
but lets face it, it was a first time director dealing with a very
heavily loaded subject. And the performances and quiet moments are
superb. It's not perfect, but it's worth watching.
Camille