In other words, as hagiographer, he lives nicely off the masochism of his favorite class. And, really, not even Spielberg or Griffith dared to get the kind of mileage that Dear Hanky gets out of his poshlostian "spiritual" close-ups of children.
But once in an eternity the guy has to unfurl his freak flag during the battle. Like that ineffably strange moment where he takes a dazzling leer at some bizarre underwear adjustment truly worthy of Von Stroheim. Thus:
Of course, it may be that underwear in Austria is somehow different, structurally...
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