When Klemperer's diaries became public in the 1990s, editors mostly excluded the material about film to keep the publication a manageable size. This new edition restores entries from between June 1929 and April 1945 with a focus on what Klemperer describes as one of his “addictions”—watching movies. Film scholars will be happy to have Klemperer's glosses on films both famous and forgotten. Almost everyone knows The Blue Angel, but not The Three from the Filling Station (1930), which outgrossed it at the box office. Klemperer despises the first talkies in the late 1920s and early 1930s. Awful (scheusslich) is his word for them—as jarring, he says, as a voice coming from a burning bush. He finds them disturbingly artificial and argues that film must become an expressive art, like ballet, and be carried by music, or else it will become an obnoxious dead mechanism (and disgusting as well).This edition includes more than Klemperer's reports on his avid film-going. Some of them are quite personal. An entry for 1931 concerns how “helpless” his partner Eva's severe depression has left him feeling. That same year, he reports the torment “that I have grown old and no longer have any career prospects” as a scholar. It may be that the social and political context of Klemperer's life will attract the most readers. By the first part of 1933, Klemperer was already writing: “I will never trust Germany again.” It was in 1933 that he realized Hindenburg was a puppet and that Hitler was being recast by newspapers as a “statesman” and “genial diplomat.” By the end of 1938, all “non-Aryans” were banned from cinemas, and despite his self-identification as a Protestant, Klemperer was classified as a Jew. Matters grew, as the Germans say, immer schlimmer, worse and worse. During the horrific bombing of Dresden in mid-February 1945, Eva and Victor were able to escape from the city. They tore the Jewish star from their clothes and disappeared into the crowd. A few days later, at a soldier's invitation, they were in Klotzsche, north of central Dresden, in a movie theater, watching Das war mein Leben (That Was My Life).