Schroeter sticks a pointy high heel in the eye of the archetypical German narrative of “addressing the legacy of Nazism” in this bizarre musical satire/postwar history of the nation, which tells the tale of three barely talented songbirds from the 1940s to the 1960s. First seen goose-stepping in stilettos and garters under a Nazi flag, our trio of tuneless warblers (including Magdalena Montezuma) live in a schmaltz-fueled fantasyland of cabarets, pastry shops, and tragically doomed soldiers, moving from Hitler's death to American Occupation to the haltering prosperity of the 1960s without breaking song. For J. Hoberman, The Bomber Pilot is “one of Schroeter's most visionary movies.”