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Das ist fantastisch, mein Herr… Der Rote Baron – The Red Baron (2008)

Das ist fantastisch, mein Herr... Der Rote Baron – The Red Baron (2008)

It’s the first occasion in a long time that I laughed over a war movie 🙂


The things looked far more promising in the very beginning though. The leading characters appeal to the eye: the baron himself is a bit thin and neurotic, yet, a simpatico blond type, and his beloved sister of mercy nurse bears a resemblance to Mel Gibson’s first sweetie in Braveheart. Additionally, there’s an evil looking brother and an unshaved Til Schweiger – oh gimmemore, gimmemore – in the background. Wow, and isn’t that one Joseph Fiennes! Knocking on Heaven’s Door and Shakespeare in Love, respectively (just to remind who’s who).

But all these pieces will not fit in together to make a puzzle.

The guys must have spent a sum worth half of EU yearly budget to shoot air combats (and these are truly well done!), however, the land battle scenes are low quality. I could of course use our imagination and assume that WWI infantry really did attack at crawling speed and fell sooo slowly when shot down. I don’t know for sure; but that’s the impression you get. The movie is slow in general: dialogues, glances, speeches on the fate of Vaterland, dancing, loving etc. And they also shout a lot, not always for a reason. I had a different picture of old times elite from the books – but sure the filmmakers know better 😀

Okay, let’s leave the Aristokratie alone.

Here’s one of the most ”heartbreaking” episodes: the enemy (the British or French, alternatively) makes a raid at the German airfield to fiercely lay bombs … on grass plots giving our hero time and space enough to: 1) bid his sweetheart farewell, 2) tighten his head bandage (I forgot to mention he had been badly wounded), 3) exit the unharmed house and deliver a short convincing speech to his friends, 4) start his red triplane and complete the rest of veni vidi vici.

The love story… now I’m getting even more cynical 😀

You wanna know what picture an onlooker gets? He called her a volksdeutsche, she took offence and got even by visiting him at the firing line, teasing and poisoning the poor guy’s brains with anti-war propaganda. By the way, throughout the movie I thought her to be a spy or at least a Bavarian princess undercover – who else would be allowed to repeatedly abandon her post at a camp hospital in order to f… sorry, swab the squadron commander’s fair head with iodine? However, the final farewell episode where Manfred boards his plane the last time and Kate is standing in the field in an up-to-date bathrobe and with wet hair lit by the sun (just to remind again, he’s in the army and this is the fireline), convinced me completely. This must have been love, comrades.

We were not shown the baron’s last combat. Max thinks it’s due to global cost cutting. Til Schweiger silently vanished prior to that… probably was in a hurry to board the plane for the Inglourious Basterds? Once more, Joseph Fiennes was served for dessert (You volunteered for this shit man? ©), and the desperate nurse delivered yet another sad but truthful speech at the baron’s grave. Curtain down.

If only this – originally an exciting real story:
– had been a bit more lucky with filming…

Yeah. I’d rather go wipe the dust off my Das Boot DVD.

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