I rode my bicycle into Zurich with low expectations and modest hopes. I expected to see Inglourious Basterds on the big screen and Christoph would be there in some way. I hoped I might, not meet him, but perhaps be able to say Hallo.
The expectations were met. But here’s what I hadn’t anticipated: it was all in German. The parts of the film not in German had German subtitles; the brief interview he did afterwards was in German.
On the one hand that’s really pretty tragic – I rode over 800 kilometres across Europe to attend a screening and hear a man speak and I couldn’t understand but a few words of either. On the other hand, it is both comical and encouraging.
In the grand telling of Learning German with Christoph Waltz – the final tale of this project – that I rode to Zurich and it was…
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