I am working my way through the epilogue of Berlin Alexanderplatz. For the first 13.5 hours, we were in a German expressionistic view of Berlin in the 1920s. Suddenly, in the epilogue, the director has gone all operatic with scenes in an insane asylum and prison beyond anything we've seen before. One scene had our her chained and being whipped while a disco ball hangs by his head. A naked man is snaking his way around the floor while also being whipped. Then, all of a sudden Janis Joplin is singing My and Bobby McGee. This was followed by an orgy in a slaughterhouse in a mess of blood. The villain has just shown up with a crown of thorns on his head. I can't take much more of this tonight.