This brief documentary on the offstage idiosyncrasies of four (Stalin, Mao, Hitler, Franco) certifiable 20th century monsters and an inept wanna be (Mussollini) has some fascinating and lurid detail but it's back from the dead voice over narration more than once calls into question the veracity of the statements within the film and you get the feeling the maker does a little out of context word twisting to meet his needs. The deception certainly extends to the archival footage which is blatantly manipulated to emphasize irony, shock and dark humor regarding the subjects and some of this domestic clay feet exposure borders on TMI.
It turns out that reduced to their "human" size we are given a cross section of stereotypical pettiness, inept parenthood, bad hygiene, fierce tempers and a complete inability to relate to women ( perhaps here again we can exclude Il Duce) in statements that beg follow-up questions.
Human Remains piecemeal revelations may offer some incite but Rosenblatt's casual off the cuff style tends to have a grain of salt quality to it. But, like a car wreck, it's tough not to look at.
It turns out that reduced to their "human" size we are given a cross section of stereotypical pettiness, inept parenthood, bad hygiene, fierce tempers and a complete inability to relate to women ( perhaps here again we can exclude Il Duce) in statements that beg follow-up questions.
Human Remains piecemeal revelations may offer some incite but Rosenblatt's casual off the cuff style tends to have a grain of salt quality to it. But, like a car wreck, it's tough not to look at.