I spent a great amount of time with Siegfried Kracauer over the last semester in a class I took on Weimar Cinema: along with this book, I also read a significant amount of his Weimar-era essays collected in the Mass Ornament. Of the books I read last semester, Caligari to Hitler was my favorite. Apart from being a good writer capable of beautiful phrases and stylistic flourishes, I find Kracauer to be an interesting, though tragic, figure. Schooled as an architect, he wrote intellectual pieces for German newspapers during the 20's, and was one of the first to take the ephemera of modern life (movies, hotel lobbies, can-can girls) as serious subjects worthy of observation. To say he thought them worthy of observation is not to say he thought them of worth; but just as someone today might analyze reality television, selfies, or tumblr, he was one of the first (at least in Germany) to see popular activities as a mirror of the populace itself. Today one can major in media studies if one chooses, but I find it interesting that the birth of this field of intellectual study began in newspapers, which could in theory be read by anyone capable of reading, making them arguably more relevant and “humane” than any such studies now, which are segregated to the enjoyment of a select intellectual circle and often laden with snobbish cynicism and a heritage of endless jargon.
It is then interesting that being one of the Godfathers of media theory, Kracauer was in some ways a self-made intellectual, inventing some of the jargon of theory out of whole cloth. With no history in the field to fall back to, his observations are more personal and “solution” based: whereas now one may observe media without a grandiose claim for relevance, Kracauer was always looking for the Answer of Big Questions. For example, his essays in the Mass Ornament seem to show him attempting to find for the modern age an Answer: no longer satisfied by the sanctity of church and alienated by the fleeting inhumanity of the hotel lobby, he never did find an Answer for How to Be in the modern age, and perhaps there is none. Nonetheless, I would propose one answer Kracauer, with his genuine German earnestness and seriousness, could never accept: to live in the modern age, one must play-act. One must be a part of the church and the lobby, commit to both but never fully to either, for total commitment to either inevitably leads to a fascism of your soul. But Kracauer never seems to have thought of compartmentalizing, of adopting multiple identities for multiple roles. His way of thinking is too serious, and he sees to redemption though levity.
Caligari to Hitler was attempted years after the Third Reich had fallen, after Kracauer had forgone any versatility in his observations and had become more rigid in his judgments. Before the Nazis had irrevocably conquered the hearts and minds of Germany but were quickly rising to such power, Kracauer had been offered jobs at leftist newspapers but had turned them down, perhaps believing, in vain, in the power of public debate over preaching to a complicit audience. Perhaps like other intellectuals his view of the Nazis at that time was also one of incredulousness, for how could such an obvious conglomeration of buffoons and thugs and schmaltz win the hearts and minds of Germany?
And yet the Nazis soon did conquer Germany’s spirit, with schmaltz and platitudes and violence. The same Germany that saw during the Weimar Republic an era of progressive ideas and sexual freedom became willfully conquered by authoritarian rule and fascistic ideology. And Kracauer had seen his friends murdered, and been forced to exile himself to America.
Caligari to Hitler was then his attempt, after the war had ended and with funds procured by the US government, to discover why the Third Reich had happened. He had found no answers to the modern age in the Weimar Era, but perhaps he could find why they had not been found, or rather why the final answer had become the Final Solution.
The flaws of such an approach are expressed very well by Leonardo Quaresima in his introduction when he describes it as “history [being] read backwards and forced to follow its own footsteps.” Caligari to Hitler is an exhaustive survey of most of the films produced by Germany in the Weimar Period, with an emphasis on the plots of the ones Kracauer (sometimes inaccurately) remembers, or has interviewed people about, or has access to (films being not as accessible as they are now, and some lost to time). His perspective is often cycloptic, for he reads into everything a subconscious premonition of fascism. His perspective is then itself fascist, as he can no longer read any ambiguity into anything. At best, he comes off as obsessive, at worse, a conspiracy theorist. In his mind, no film did enough, no progressive movement pushed hard enough at another Answer to oppose the Nazi’s Solution. He gives the devil his due, and often seems to admire the Nazi film’s ability to cunningly ape the style of its predecessors, to force its will through emotional manipulation on its audience. He wished leftist films had the same strength, but does not seem to grasp if they did they would not be good films, and in their own way fascist. He seems to want the impossible in films, some ideal cinematic progressive propaganda vision, and sees the lack of this vision, be it through popular and sentimental or artistic and ambiguous films, to be complicit with the rise of fascism. And yet it seems to me (and perhaps this is reading in too much) that by saying the left never did enough to offer an option beyond fascism he is also saying, “I did not do enough to offer a solution beyond fascism. And yet there must have been a solution. There must have been another solution, and I will find it if I search.”
But alas no solution is found, except for the false one of reading everything as a precedent to evil. Nonetheless, Kracauer’s surveys are always interesting, and his analysis of the use of maps in Nazi films is something I’ve never thought of before. Interestingly, he seems to be especially critical of youth films because the Nazis were particularly adept at influencing their disciples when they were young and in need of direction and discipline.
Perhaps Caligari to Hitler is in its own way a warning tale against a sort of humane, personal approach to media analysis, the kind replaced since the 70’s by an often detached, ambiguous, politically-oriented one. Kracauer is certainly a snob, and in many ways elitist, but he seemed generally convinced he could find the solution to modernity’s biggest questions through an analysis of movies, through finding the Perfect Movie. The fact that his quest is ultimately fruitless and desperate makes one believe that such an approach can only lead inevitably to heartbreak.