Hitler Goes Kaput -- Film Review

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CANNES -- Evidently, back in the Commie days, Mel Brooks and the Zuckers must have sneaked in behind the Iron Curtain. "Hitler Goes Kaput," an inspired lunacy here at the market, catapults through the last days of Berlin, which heretofore have been Verboten as comedy in das film community.

As every historian and fashionista knows, the Nazis had the best officer uniforms, and "Hitler Goes Kaput" is a stylish smorgasbord of craziness. Its campy, cerebral and coarse buffoonery could land it play time on cable comedy outlets, as well as position it as a midnight romp at gay film festivals. Best, this Montecristo International offering plays in any language since it's mostly song and dance and slapstick and the dialogue is the universal language of nonsense.

With Pavel Derevyanko goose-stepping as Colonel Shurenberg in what one might dub the Leslie Nielsen role, "Hitler Goes Kaput" chronicles the clandestine operations from the Red Army Conspiratorial Penthouse in downtown, bombed-up Berlin. Shurenberg is a double agent, flouncing around to all the top Nazi events in Gestapo Hills. Plowing through the last days bacchanalia with a bodacious fraulein in tow (Anna Seminovich) Shurenberg is such a romp-meister that he even gets love notes from Martin Bormann.

In this goofery, there's something to please everyone: Dean Martin singing "Sway," big blondes heaving uber-bosoms, junior officers break-dancing to Viennese waltzes, handsome officers fighting kung fu, and there's even SS lugs using Facebook.

Serious NYU film scholars and other nitpickers may grouse about anachronisms and incongruities or quibble about the veracity of Iron Hans' existence, but "Hitler Goes Kaput" will delight Busby Berkeley fans, Zucker aficionados, and those wishing to expand their minds beyond the strict dimensions of the History Channel.
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