Since one is not really allowed to use the "H-Word" . . .

Rating: 9/10 (31 January 2020)

. . . in these Politically Correct Times, the job of reviewing JOJO RABBIT becomes particularly problematic. (It's akin to discussing a fair & balanced NBA without bringing up the "B-Word," or praising Hollywood's meritocracy with no allusions to the thousands of "W-Word" household names.) Just as one can see the good on each side by remembering that "Milky Way" refers to BOTH stars and candy bars, JOJO RABBIT and THE PRODUCERS (musical version) are two peas in a pod, featuring a hilarious H-Word. (To reduce this continuing awkwardness, from here on I'll substitute "Hipster" for the H-Word.) I still think that THE PRODUCERS' Fuhrer if far funnier than JOJO RABBIT's. There is no gut-busting moment in the latter flick to compare with the earlier film's "Springtime for Hipster (and Germany)" dance routine. JOJO RABBIT's bunny trail slopes steadily downhill, winding up as much of a morbid downer as LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL. The glaring casting mistake which finds Confederate Wilson playing a Flatulent Fraulein here is akin to such an egregious error as installing Divine as the title character of THE GODFATHER would have been. For the best, then, in Hipster Humor, you cannot go wrong in streaming THE PRODUCERS!