A stunning burlesque of the battered self-image and Werner Schroeter is its troubadour playing through his disassociation between sound and image leading us towards a further and ultimate disassociation and re-association with his subject, the burlesque alternating between states of omnipotence and worthlessness contrasting and manipulating the language of sound and image bringing it to a level of performance. A performance at that time from a marginal point of view also from the point of view of feminism which expresses the narcissism inherent to fascist ideologies and its subsequent transformations. Using this form of audio-visual performance not as a mode of fiction but that of documentation by the end it is not a disassociation but re-association between the history on display and the current date of the performance.

Never a stable route to follow. Gliding through generations and political structures, always lost and always together, trying to move forward despite the shadows of nazism in the roots of history.

Embracing your past through jubilation of song to make sense of one's uncertain future.

Werner Schroeter takes the very special place in my heart - I totally like his films, but never can explain why exactly. Der Bomberpilot is no exception. There is so much one could bash it for, but all the (seeming) imperfections are overshadowed by Schroeter's unique style and the ever-present elegance.

Three former entertainers of the Third Reich try their luck at various jobs after the war. The plot is paper thin, but the style is full of substance and excess with a wild and emotive use of colour and a playful soundtrack that flows from classical music to pop music without any shame.

yeah that was fun

and, if only life gives birth to death, if only bliss brings torment, then how thankful i am that Nature has given me such sorrows.
-

a fuck you of a film. complete self-acceptance.
magdalena montezuma as art conservator is high camp, magdalena montezuma as snake charmer is high drag~

Never a stable route to follow. Gliding through generations and political structures, always lost and always together, trying to move forward despite the shadows of nazism in the roots of history.

yeah that was fun

Werner Schroeter takes the very special place in my heart - I totally like his films, but never can explain why exactly. Der Bomberpilot is no exception. There is so much one could bash it for, but all the (seeming) imperfections are overshadowed by Schroeter's unique style and the ever-present elegance.

Embracing your past through jubilation of song to make sense of one's uncertain future.

A stunning burlesque of the battered self-image and Werner Schroeter is its troubadour playing through his disassociation between sound and image leading us towards a further and ultimate disassociation and re-association with his subject, the burlesque alternating between states of omnipotence and worthlessness contrasting and manipulating the language of sound and image bringing it to a level of performance. A performance at that time from a marginal point of view also from the point of view of feminism which expresses the narcissism inherent to fascist ideologies and its subsequent transformations. Using this form of audio-visual performance not as a mode of fiction but that of documentation by the end it is not a disassociation but re-association between the history on display and the current date of the performance.

Three former entertainers of the Third Reich try their luck at various jobs after the war. The plot is paper thin, but the style is full of substance and excess with a wild and emotive use of colour and a playful soundtrack that flows from classical music to pop music without any shame.