i like how the only person general tanz asked something casual and unrelated to ranks orders or whatsoever was major grau (((bro why would you ask someone who’s asking you about murder if they are using perfume by any chance right in front of my SALAD)))

i like how the only person general tanz asked something casual and unrelated to ranks orders or whatsoever was major grau (((bro why would you ask someone who’s asking you about murder if they are using perfume by any chance right in front of my SALAD)))

Nazis, murder, and enough trench coats to start a fashion week.

Nazis, murder, and enough trench coats to start a fashion week.

the boys are back in town

the boys are back in town

There’s a world in which the still of Peter O’Toole, stood unflinching in the face of gunfire, backdropped by the harsh streams of fire from flamethrowers, is held in the same regard as some of the stills from Lawrence of Arabia. 

I suppose that’s the same world in which this film is anywhere near as good as Lawrence of Arabia. 

Night of the Generals reeks of the 60’s penchant for wartime as a stylistic background for espionage; the de-nazification of the Nazis in order to tell a more streamlined story. It occasionally strays close to propaganda, were it not for some of the acts portrayed, even if they’re backgrounded. But this moral ambiguity only seems a waste now. Imagine O’Toole’s incredible, against-type turn as the icy, fallible Tanz as an object for real ideological interrogation. Or even Sharif’s driven, steadfast Grau as a lynchpin for actual revocation of the regime. Would that it were, would that it were. 

Taking it for what it is- a bloated, cowardly, David Lean castoff- it’s fine. However, the reunion of Sharif and O’Toole should have been a masterpiece.

There’s a world in which the still of Peter O’Toole, stood unflinching in the face of gunfire, backdropped by the harsh streams of fire from flamethrowers, is held in the same regard as some of the stills from Lawrence of Arabia. 

I suppose that’s the same world in which this film is anywhere near as good as Lawrence of Arabia. 

Night of the Generals reeks of the 60’s penchant for wartime as a stylistic background for espionage; the de-nazification of the Nazis in order to tell a more streamlined story. It occasionally strays close to propaganda, were it not for some of the acts portrayed, even if they’re backgrounded. But this moral ambiguity only seems a waste now. Imagine O’Toole’s incredible, against-type turn as the icy, fallible Tanz as an object for real ideological interrogation. Or even Sharif’s driven, steadfast Grau as a lynchpin for actual revocation of the regime. Would that it were, would that it were. 

Taking it for what it is- a bloated, cowardly, David Lean castoff- it’s fine. However, the reunion of Sharif and O’Toole should have been a masterpiece.