‘Fess up: You wanna see some Nazis get good and fucked up, don’t you? No, we’re not talking about the current plague of willfully ignorant racists and dangerously unstable, wild-card chuckleheads, though we’d be all too happy to see that collective pox on society fall off the face of the earth. We mean the old kind, the rat bastards who tore through Europe decades ago and still have a hold on the popular imagination as the definition of villainy. There’s no “on both sides” bullshit with these soldiers and S.S. officers, no corrupt presidential basemongering; once upon a time, we had a commander-in-chief who actually declared war on them. They were (are) the unambiguous bad guys. We good guys went over to fight them and stop them — especially if these enemies of all that was decent and kind also happened to be turning innocent villagers into zombie super troopers. So if for no other reason that good old-fashioned catharsis, go see Overlord, director Julius Avery’s oddball mash-up of WWII men-on-a-mission flicks and Monster Chiller Horror Theater-type movies. It’s the wee small hours of June 6th, 1944. Allied ships are sailing Normandy under the cover of darkness and the protection…