The burlesque at the beginning with the two puppets in front of the bloodless and humiliated inmates in the filthy darkness is disturbing enough to make the Marquis de Sade riding his Marat with his insane companions in Charenton look like a picnic. In any case, in the most execrable of the degrading jokes that can be thought of, said beginning only foreshadows the most sordid of the possible when 2 of the prisoners escape, and in the worst irony that fate has reserved for them, they must camouflage their morality -hiding his feet lacerated by torture- with a select group of his German executi…
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