Le Jeune Hitlérien Quex

I saw this film in a university class about German cinema. I must say that as a student with a dual major in history and German this is a very interesting film. I believe that, as propaganda, it is outdated... no one in the western world would look at this film and say, "I think I'm going to go to war now" as a historical document or an example of propaganda of the time... it is wonderful! I would love a copy of this film, though i know i cannot find it anywhere. I would tell anyone who has the opportunity to see this film to do it ... but bear in mind that it is propaganda...and as such is naturally exaggerated to prove a point... Historians of the world... enjoy!

Just as a good commercial can induce us to buy a car that we do not need or drink water instead of a sugared soda, «Hitlerjunge Quex» is an effective propaganda film that, once again, proves to me how effective were Nazi communications, public relations, press and propaganda. «Hitlerjunge Quex» fulfills its objective, by passionately putting forward a romantic vision of the Hitler youth against a bleak and humorless description of a group of violent and aggressive communists. While the nazis are described as prosperous and kind, communist have old proselytizing tactics and are hard hit by the economic Depression in Germany, around 1932, when the victory of the National Socialist Party was irrepressible.

The story moves us because the little protagonist Heini is not seduced by bribes, a public office, sexual blackmail or electoral promises: through his child's eyes he perceives and is moved by symbols, hymns and group singing, he is seduced by uniform and order, in the face of shady chaos at home and the customs of the friends of his father, an unemployed ruffian who, in the course of the plot, begins a process of re-evaluating his own life. Curiously, this process had continuity off screen: the leftist actor Heinrich George ended up convinced by the Führer's strong harangues and joined the ranks of the party.

At this point of history neither George nor anyone imagined the potential for malice and depravity of the Nazis: everything was hope for renewing the country... as it happens every time that the electoral process begins and the people go to polls that hide their real nature as slaughterhouses. A good film, an excellent reminder of the directions by which we can be seduced and taken by moving images.

I've just seen the film in a special showing at Tate Modern (London's modern-art gallery). The print was evidently made for educational purposes, in the 1950s one guesses, with explanatory intertitles written by a film academic in English. (These are actually quite amusing with their po-faced analysis, with some very silly diagrams, but do interrupt the action clumsily. However, the print has no English subtitles, so the crackly soundtrack with thick Berlin accents is tough to follow for non-German natives.) What struck this viewer was, briefly:

1. Utter bewilderment at its propaganda value; the Communists seem to modern eyes to have far the best deal, with beer, food and sex high on their agenda, yet the young Heini - and presumably the 12-year-olds in the audience - are won over totally by the promise of shiny shoes, cups of tea, boy scout uniforms, cold morning dips and strident community singing. Beats me. 2. No comedy or light relief in any way: no town drunk, sly spiv, amusing slapstick with planks, etc. Was 1930s Berlin really that humourless? 3. What a rabble the Nazi youth seemed - gawky and indisciplined, far from the ruthlessly efficient robots of our imagination. 4. The only two decent actors in the whole thing are the two Commie blokes. Heini's dad turns in a convincing performance as the drunken old bully who personifies the Red Menace. 5. Getting short trousers to fit evidently beyond scope of even the well-organised Hitlerjugend. Every pair two sizes too small. 6. Chilling role played by gas. As a film "it's pants", as modern 12-year-olds might say (possibly echoing point 5). But as a grim piece of political history it is indeed quiet fascinating - and mystifying, as well as enlightening.

I haven't had the opportunity to see this notorious film with English subtitles, and my German is less than fluent. Nevertheless, it's not difficult to see its effectiveness, hence danger, as propaganda.

I was expecting a lot of overt, outrageous political content. I'm told there is some in the dialogue, but I didn't catch it. Rather its strategy seems to be to avoid hectoring directly, and instead to project an idealized vision of a Germany guided by a paternal National Socialist party. Hence the message is conveyed through idyllic campground scenes, for example. This is the goal that young Quex is willing to defend.

One film "Quex" reminded me of somewhat was "Boys Town" (1938) with Mickey Rooney, but, if I really had to draw a comparison, surprisingly enough it would be to Frank Capra's "Mr. Smith Goes to Washington" (1939). There is a scene of our enterprising Hitler Youths organizing themselves -- a little like Mickey and Judy putting on a show -- to turn out a propaganda newspaper in support of their political dreams and aspirations. Do you recall the scene in "Mr. Smith" where Jimmy Stewart's struggle -- Sein Kampf -- against a corrupt and antiquated political system is vindicated through a grassroots campaign organized by a bunch of boys with wagons and a cheap printing press? We know from the later "Why We Fight" series that Frank Capra was intimately familiar with his Nazi cinema. You are free to draw whatever conclusions you'd like.

It's always refered to as a propaganda movie, and yes, technically it is. But the word propaganda didn't always have this automatic, negative connotation which it has today. Propaganda can educate, inspire, inform - or mislead. This film depicts the chaotic situation in Berlin during the interwar period pretty accurately. The division between patriotic and "international" leaning Germans, the communist agitators exploiting the miserable conditions of the working class to recruit new members, the red violence towards their nationalist adversaries. It's not a totally gloomy movie though and neither is it preachy in its politics. It's rather wholesome and nice to watch. And if you compare this film with the stuff that gets pumped out today, every contemporary movie should be called propaganda and certainly not in any positive sense.