This is one of those rare works that is so bad it's almost good. A young boy, in the last months of he war, identifies with Hitler and creates him as a mental companion. It's a good idea for a story. But it is poorly done. A basic question is whether anything about Nazism, even seventy years later, can be funny. There also are careless, unjustified errors. Hitler loathed tobacco and was a vegan. Yet he hands out cigarettes and, in one scene, is seated at a dinner table with a huge turkey, which, come to think of it, is a fitting metaphor for the film itself.