This is one of those documentaries where a bunch of talking heads yak about the central subject, and there's a lot of cutting back and forth. In this case, the subject is the guy who directed what is easily the most vile and anti-semitic movie ever filmed, and the talking heads are his children and grandchildren, who offer up various excuses or condemnations. The problem is, there's not much to say. The subject of the film, Veit Harlan, is quickly revealed as an opportunistic slimebag, who was more interested in his career than in the millions of lives his film helped end. Once that little detail is out of the way, what's left to talk about? The documentary offers up plenty of padding — scenes from Harlan's overblown, mostly forgotten films, stock footage of Nazis, etc. — but there's not enough to sustain interest. After 15 or 20 minutes of repetition, you've got as much of the picture as you'll ever want.