Footnote 2 – Film Notes Her Real Glory (p.82)
*Press-book from Tobis-Berlin Studios, for their international distributors of Tobis-Berlin releases, regarding the superproduction entitled Her Real Glory (middle pages):
The unexpected arrival of the foreign vedette had not
been announced with the usual fanfare; on the contrary, it was decided for Leni
Lamaison to arrive incognito at the capital city of the Reich. Only after
makeup and wardrobe tests were the press summoned. The foremost diva of French song
was to be introduced, that afternoon, finally, to prominent representatives of
the free press, there at
But when one eventually caught the sudden murmurings of profound admiration voiced among the gathering, it was an altogether different woman who in fact emerged among all those who now so rapidly made way for her. No, her tiny waist and rounded hips were not buried beneath any sort of superfluous trappings, her firm bust was not flattened by some extravagant design: on the contrary the girl right out of Sparta, one might well have imagined-stepped forth girded in the simplest sort of white tunic which amply expressed the perfect fullness of her figure, and the bright, clean face could have belonged to a healthy shepherdess. Her hair, in turn, was parted in the middle and fixed into a long braid completely encircling the crown of her erect head. And the gymnast's arms were unencumbered by sleeves, just a short cape of the same white fabric to cover her shoulders. "Our ideal of beauty must forever be one of healthy fitness," so our Leader has stated, and more specifically as applied to women, "Her single mission is to be beautiful and bear the sons of the world. A woman who bequeaths five sons to the Volk has made a greater contribution than that of the finest woman jurist in the world. Because there is no place for women in politics within the ideological context of National Socialism, inasmuch as to drag women into the parliamentary sphere, where they pale, is to rob them of their dignity.
The German renaissance is a masculine undertaking, but
the Third Reich, which presently numbers upwards of 80 million subjects, within
a century -in the glorious year of 2040-will have need of 250 million patriots
to govern the destinies of the entire world, from the Fatherland itself and
from our countless colonies. And that will be a feminine undertaking, after
having learned the lesson of so many other peoples, concerning the grave
problem of racial degeneration, which can and will be halted by means of
concerted nationalism on the part of the populace itself, synthesis of State
and People." These same words are repeated to the lovely foreigner, there
in the so-called Imperial Room, by the representative of the
The following day, her new image adorns the front
pages of all the newspapers of the free world, but Leni wastes no time reading
hymns of praise to her loveliness; instead, she picks up the telephone and
overcoming her strong mistrust--calls up Werner. She asks him if, during those
few days he plans to spend in the capital before returning to
Werner is contemplating her ecstatically, because he has of course anticipated Leni's astonishment at the monumental facade of the stadium, and in fact she has not escaped its impact Leni then asks Werner why his nation proves capable of creating something so purely inspired, while in the rest of Europe an art all too frivolous and ephemeral has been imposed, as much in painting and sculpture as in architecture, a merely decorative and abstract art destined to perish as quickly as any expendable haute couture concocted in the capital of the Ultra-Rhine. He knows very well what to answer her, but chooses not to do so immediately, and asks her to wait one more instant. And now the two find themselves before the unforgettable spectacle that the flower of German youth offers them: across the green field spread rows of straight lines which then dissolve and suddenly recompose, to give way to curves which undulate momentarily and in their turn reassert the virility of rectilinear composition. These are the young gymnasts of both sexes, dressed in black and white for their gymnastic exhibition. And then Werner says, as if to comment upon this truly olympic vision at which Leni cannot help but stare in awe: "Yes, heroism emerges as the only future model for all political destinies, and it is up to art to lend expression to this, the spirit of our age. Communist futuristic art is retrograde, anarchical. Ours is Nordic culture in opposition to the foolhardiness of just so many Mongolian communists, and to the Catholic farce, a product of Assyrian corruption.
Love must be replaced by Honor. And Christ will become
the Athlete who with a proud fist forcibly ejects the merchants from the
That same evening they dine together in complete
silence. Werner, unable to further divine the truth, senses only how distant
she has in effect become, lost in her own secret thoughts. Neither of the two
so much as tastes their food. Leni just drains her fine goblet of sweet
A few minutes later access is given to a basement
corner which serves as a screening room. Werner orders an immediate projection.
The screen lights up ... with atrocities -actually, a long documentary on
famine, world famine. Hunger in North Africa, hunger in
Leni's blood runs cold as she witnesses the projection, but even more, she feels anxious to have the lights back on, in order to dispel a mystery. In short, she wants to find out from Werner the identity of one of those two infamous physiognomies. Thus Leni refers to the two heads of the lethal organization, while Werner glows with excitement, inasmuch as he thinks that Leni has somehow recognized in one of the two faces the very same criminal that he himself had condemned to death, much to the consternation of his beloved. But no, Leni refers to the other one. Werner therefore becomes even more agitated; has Leni somehow succeeded in what the entire staff of Intelligence has come to think of as sheer impossibility? Because Jacob Levy is the most hounded anti-Nazi agent still at large. Leni however offers no clear-cut answer, only that she is sure of having seen that depraved face somewhere before, with its greasy bald head and its long pawnbroker's beard. They run the film backwards and stop the projector wherever the image of that same master criminal appears. Leni makes a superhuman effort but is unable to ascertain where, how and when she has seen the monster.
Finally they leave the projection room, deciding to walk for a few blocks down an avenue dotted with linden trees. Leni continues to be absorbed in the labyrinth of her recollection, certain to have come across this Jacob Levy once before, her only fear being that she might have seen, or better said, imagined him in some nightmare. Werner for his part remains silent, his intention in showing the film to Leni was only to demonstrate what a vile insect he had ordered to be executed, after managing to corner him in a small village near the Swiss border. But with a single gesture, Leni dispels any such cloud in the amorous heaven of Werner, for she has just now taken his rugged right palm with her soft white hands and holds it close to her woman's heart. Everything is explained then, once and for all, how the death of one Hebraic Moloch has meant the salvation of millions of innocent souls.
A light drizzle is coming down over the
A sunny Sunday morning now, and Leni has asked Werner to spend this last weekend with her, before his return to Paris, so that they might dedicate some little time to visit the bewitching valleys of the Bavarian Alps. Those same enchanted mountains where the Leader has his vacation home, precisely where during his clandestine period a humble family of peasants had once given him shelter. The grass is green and fragrant, the sun mild, the breeze carries the refreshing coolness of perpetual snows which forever top the huge peaks like sentinels. On the grass a simple peasant tablecloth.
On the tablecloth the frugal diet of a small picnic.
But now Leni finds no limit to her curiosity, and asks Werner everything
concerning the Leader. At the beginning his words sound difficult to fathom for
the girl: ". . . the socioeconomic stalemate in the liberal-democratic
states has led to problems which can in essence be solved more effectively, and
to everybody's satisfaction, by a form of authoritarian government rooted
solidly in the people itself and not in abusive international elites. . ."
and so she asks him to speak more plainly about the Leader's own personality
and, if appropriate, of his rise to power. Werner relates: ". . . the
Marxist rags and Jewish gazettes were announcing only chaos and humiliations
for the German people. From time to time they would also publish a false
account of the arrest of Adolf Hitler. But this was not possible, inasmuch as
no one could recognize him: he had never permitted himself to be photographed.
He would crisscross our territory to attend countless secret meetings. At times
I myself accompanied him, in precariously small aircraft. I remember all that
so well, the motor roared and there we were taking off from the ground and into
the night, even in the very midst of storms. But he would pay no attention to
the lightning, and would speak to me all wrapped in his sorrow at the tragedy
of a people routed by Marxist absurdities, by the poison of pacifism, by every
sort of imported idea.... And how many times we traversed this
our itinerary of yesterday by auto, and that we shall repeat again
tonight, you and I ... from the Alps to
A fascinated Leni listens, but wants to learn even more, as a woman, interested in the innermost secret of the Leader's personal strength. Werner answers". . . the Leader manifests himself completely in every one of his words. He believes in himself and in everything he says. He is just what is so difficult to find these days: authenticity. And the people recognize the authentic and grasp it to themselves. The true Why, however, of the personality of the Leader ... will forever remain a mystery, even for those of us most intimately connected with him. Only a belief in miracles can explain it. God has blessed this man, and faith can indeed move mountains, the faith of the Leader and faith in the Leader. .."
Leni leans back in the clover and looks into Werner's limpid blue eyes, eyes of a peacefully confident gaze, inasmuch as they are fixed upon Truth. Leni throws her arms around his neck and can only utter emotionally: ". . . now I understand how much you welcomed his message. You have captured the essence of National Socialism . . ."
There follow, for Leni, weeks of exhausting work in
But Leni gets off the train fully confident of her
mission, even though the sight of her