I think that’s a still from Green Room, a very good and very disturbing film with none other than Sir Patrick Stewart as a Nazi/replacement theory Svengali-type character. The joke being the band in the movie is booked unaware into a straight up nazi punk club, and end up singing that song. Things develop from there. I hope I got that right, but that’s my memory.
I didn’t know he played in a real band. Cool beans!
I confess, I had no idea what the film was about when I saw it in the theatre, but something about it compelled me to watch it again. And my controversial take is that the film’s story is really quite clear. Even though, again, I no idea what it was about when I first saw it.
It’s about the effects of art. The stories are in no way disconnected, but all connected by a story, a work, a piece of music, etc. And each one carries forward, often in ways the author(s), inpirations, etc. had no way of understanding.
I’m a writer of very little renown, but I use the film to keep going. Because even if you’re not an artist, your life will have an effect in way you can’t know. And I love that idea.
Also, it was a crime that this film did not get any nominations for editing. It is, purely from a technical point of view, a masterclass. The beats of six separate stories cut together according to their lows and highs, and cutting away when you really want to know what’s happening. If you don’t like the film, that’s entirely reasonable. But how it was put together is something to behold.