The greatest movie i will probably never want to watch again.

The first of Syberberg's trilogy of Brechtian/Wagernian cinematic genealogies of the German psyche, German spectres, and German nightmares. In this case, the central figure is Ludwig II, and Syberberg seems to be saying that what would inevitably wash away Ludwig's dreamworld was not only the mechanical age but the age of mechanical reproducibility, which would produce not only Hitler but the American way of life. Syberberg tries as hard as anyone has to fashion a cinematic Gesamtkunstwerk.