Hitler and Me... Who was the world's most infamous monster before he became the world's most infamous monster? That's one of the subjects tackled in 'Max', which I would have titled 'Hitler and Me'.
Being fairly well versed in World War II history and having read 'Mein Kampf', I honestly didn't find the humanistic depiction of Hitler that controversial. Hitler may have ultimately been responsible for one of several major inhuman events in history, his just happens to be one of the more recent, but only humans can be inhuman. Though given the politically correct, and highly oversensitive nature of society today, it's not difficult to imagine people finding the subject "offensive". The film actually plays into this preconception, and a very human Hitler is a clever platform for the subject of the film, which is actually art and expression, and the main character, Max Rothman (John Cusack), delights in shattering social morays with his artwork.
Rothman is a Jewish art dealer from a wealthy family, who develops an interest in a poor, struggling, and embittered young Adolf Hitler. Having both served in the "Great War", and with Rothman taking pity on Hitler, an interesting dichotomy between the two men forms an unusual relationship. The two seem to be polar opposites, not only in their backgrounds and personalities, but also in their approach to their work, but they have more in common than is readily apparent. The difference is in their expression.
Max, feeling slighted by the loss of his right arm, has embraced modernism, or abstract art, which is comparatively a mockery of traditionalism. Modernism, for Rothman, is his way of getting back at society for what it has done to him.
Paradoxically, Hitler is the traditionalist. He despises abstract art, yet Rothman deals primarily in modernism. Still living in the barracks of the German army, homeless with no friends or family, and desperately trying to get Rothman to sell his work at a time when abstract modernism was all the rage (and sadly, still is), he too feels as though life has stolen something from him. But where Rothman takes his revenge conceptually in the art world, Hitler begins to plot his in another art medium that is perhaps even more grossly misunderstood today than it was then, oratory and politics. Just as the two are the verge of a mutual understanding of one another, a breakthrough realization of commonality, a few sad twists by a cruel fate intervene, and the rest is history.
John Cusack is charming as Rothman, the affable and seemingly carefree fellow, who secretly bears disdain for the society that has pointlessly "disarmed" him. Noah Taylor is exceptional as der Fuhrer, whose own disdain for society he makes well known to all who hear his screaming, sociopathic rants that helped catapult him to the most well-known fascist dictator in modern history, but what he keeps secret, buried forever by a world that will only see a monster, is a sentimentality, a love, for art. A love he could afford that Rothman could not. Art students may find the traditionalist/modernist debate interesting. Prior to seeing the film, I once wrote a scathing essay on Marcel DuChamp, who is actually mentioned in the movie, criticizing his modern art piece "The Fountain", the urinal he painted and submitted to a New York gallery. It was basically a rant against modern art that was not at all unlike Hitler's criticisms of modern art in the film. I've actually seen some of Hitler's watercolors, which from what I've heard are his only surviving works. They're scenic houses, surprisingly calming and serene. One of Rothman's "displays" in the film, raises an interesting question... "What could have been?"