The Empty Mirror

>> If we understand Hitler, and how he was able to mesmerize 70 million otherwise highly intelligent people, then history will be far less likely to repeat itself. <<

Perhaps what needs to be understood is that they weren't any more intelligent than he was. This explains why they could be 'mesmerized' by him.

The fact is that Hitler WAS exactly the same as all the people around him. He represented the realization of their deepest desires, promised to deliver, was applauded for the early result then, as an escape from their own culpability, blamed for the entire 12 year debacle. Every murder, every despicable act by every person who either directly or tacitly supported him, was laid off on a single momentarily charismatic human being.

They weren't in any way unlike him, they were just like him; and he; just like them.

The real question that remains is — are we?

The Empty Mirror is like a stage production, almost entirely a monologue. It is Adolph Hitler's fictitious self-examination (interrupted by a detached Sigmund Freud to give his objective analysis). I really enjoyed the writing and performances. The production is a bit cheap, but for what it is, it still works. My main complaint is the casting of Norman Rodway as Adolph Hitler. He portrays the insanity of Hitler with painfully acute skill. But, his long face and British accent breaks the illusion, taking the audience out of the story, and I feel he was just a poor choice for the part of such a well-known historical figure. The Roles of Goering, Goebbels, and Freud on the other hand were cast very well, with excellent performances.

The story illuminates the power of illusions and how someone could delude themselves into believing almost anything. It humanizes Hitler a bit, examining how he destroyed himself in his lust for power, and how the same thing could happen again.

As I am reading some of the reviews, I begin to realize that this masterpiece is not for the unsophisticated who draws a blank at symbolism. It also would not hurt to have read some of the more comprehensive works on the subject such as J. Toland's `Hitler' to understand the making and the pathologies of this sometimes gentle monster. There are so many outstanding moments in this film. Like when Hitler tallies up the murdered Jews and comes up slightly short of six mio., then trivializes it by claiming the other side is always embellishing. The illuminated part where he stands in the light beam of his projector directing Handel's Messiah. Yes, he is the creator! The phallic symbol of shattered mirror he holds up. Yes, there was a problem with potency. Finally his jailer becoming himself. And his last act to immerse into the tunnel and into the light, cleverly staged through the light beam of the projector. Frustratingly clawing entry into the projection. No, he is not permitted entry. His pained face shows utter torment and eventually takes on the image of a distorted mask against a black background. Norman Rodway as Hitler did a fantastic and believable portrayal of Hitler. No, he is not the spitting image of the egomaniac, but remember looks can be deceiving!

Maybe the point in de-demonizing Hitler was to make us understand that he was not so special & extra-ordinary that we don't have to be careful that he doesn't ever happen again. People seem to almost always simply do what they think is the right thing to do at any given time. Even Hitler. Maybe our seeing him as an ordinary guy who went a long monstrous way would help us prevent big lies, holocausts, invasions, death camps & secret police --& keeping silent in the face of them -- from ever again seeming quite so much like the right thing to do at the time as it did in Germany in the 1930s.

For a relatively young, post-war Boomer like myself, this spellbinding movie poses a question which is more fascinating than Hitler himself ever was. Out here in ultra-liberal California, why do we still pay any attention to this guy? He died in the Bunker in Berlin on April 30, 1945, five years before I was even born.

Over the years, I've seen multiple object lessons on the benefits of tolerance and the sheer self-destructiveness of intolerance. I've seen everything improve from my love-life to my job prospects, as I have become more tolerant, more "easy-going" over the years.

Maybe it's because World War Two is one of the cases in which good really did vanquish evil.

On the other hand, maybe there is something mesmerizing about mental pathology, or at least the type that this neurotic SOB had. This guy was no BS-ing Spiro Agnew, no sobbing Jimmy Swaggart, he was the "real deal", a man who truly did the devil's work. And yet, who coolly maintained a distance between his person and the "Final Solution to the Jewish Problem". An animal-loving, sentimental vegetarian who loved bloody war. A raging maniac who revelled in his own anger, but who never himself killed anyone in civilian life. An adherent of "physical culture" who was sallow-skinned and infected with syphilis. A charismatic figure who spent his private life in an odd sort of solitude. A man who lived for a "glorious" past, but whose operatives created jet airplanes, robot bombs and the first ballistic missile, majorly contributing to the Twentieth Century which he so detested.

Yeah, sometimes pathological men are entertaining. And this movie tells us something about him and a great more about ourselves. Research on the Third Reich itself can become a form of conquest.