. . . Prime Directive of any such notion has always been to go back and nip Adolf in the bud. Filmmaker Walt not only fails to do this, proving that HE's not cheating the clock himself, but he goes on in Real Life to become a Swastika collaborator. During BERLIN, Mr. R. (not to be confused with that other mousy Walt starting to make waves in America, who actually patterned his facial hair after The Fuhrer) merely rips off what Russians have already brought to the Big Screen. But what else could you expect from such a puerile profiteer and morally reprehensible failed human?
Review of Berlin: Symphony of Metropolis
This film should thoroughly refute all serious possibilities of time travel as the . . .
20 March 2021
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