LINK: Reviews of bad movies are always the funniest. To wit:
"My synopsis only hints at what a breathtaking piece of work Max is. As a Saturday Night Live sketch it would merely be tasteless. But as a ravishingly photographed, high-minded meditation on the potential of art and therapy to exorcise the vilest sort of psychological poison, it is positively riotous—an Everest of idiocy. Tony Soprano and his Italian Freudian aren't a patch on Hitler and his Jewish art therapist. Max is not only the ultimate mismatched buddy fantasy (Hitler even moans about Max's smoking and tells him he shouldn't eat meat), it's another demonstration of secular-liberal Judaism's boundless conviction that any repressed Gentile can be loosened up with a little therapeutic plumbing. The only surprise is that Max never prods Hitler to discuss his mom."
"Thou shalt not extinguish thine anger, but shall master it,
that thy conscience may not be blunted by adjustment
to wrong causes."
-The Dutch Ten Commandments to Foil the Nazis
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