You watch a movie and – this military, so to speak, drama was filmed almost hot on the trail – you are amazed: what kind of war is this? Honoristic French prisoners in French fervently despise their winners, in between, eating themselves, sometimes with delicacies with cognac, and entertaining themselves with amateur theater - and there should be Suffering and Deprivation - and along the way, slowly digging a tunnel for escape, using equipment found in the household stock accumulated in the living room during the captivity. The German barbarians, conscious of their cultural inadequacy, do not miss the opportunity to emphasize their respect for them, scrupulously observing all human rights and unnecessarily trying not to annoy them. In general, it looks like this inside there in Europe, the First World War is no more than a crazy quarrel with the muzzle of several annoying neighbors, an excuse without an invitation to go to the nearby – several hundred kilometers away – enemy capital. We have a war — not at all, and even without a war not so.
Having apparently watched this film and decided, probably, to understand their feelings better, German moviegoers a couple of years collectively visited France again, this time to Paris and even further.
