“It’s going to be intense.” Right off the bat, we know we are in for a rousing ride when the 10-year old protagonist monologues to his reflection. The German version of The Beatles’ I Wanna Hold Your Hand leads us into the opening credits after Taika Waititi (who is just smashing the ball out of the park and into space with everything he's doing, movie-wise) peps up young Jojo with hearty Heils. It’s Hitler Mania, after all, and the upraised Hand is crucial. A power packed cast awaits us. Let’s begin Jojo’s weekend.

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After one fun propaganda and training montage, Jojo is forced to be face-to-face with the Herculean task of killing the eponymous rabbit. Of course he can’t kill it, and out comes the inevitable father-son comparison from the sadist seniors. He runs away, but pumped up by Hitler, rushes back to be the cunning rabbit. His bravado backfires, blowing up in his face, leaving him blemished. As he recovers, his mother gets him feeling useful, working as a literal poster boy. There is a delightful blink-and-you-miss-it switcheroo of Waititi and the real Hitler in one of the posters he is pasting. Returning home, his trusted dagger helps him reveal a hidden hole in the wall, inside which is hidden a most unholy Jew girl.

Intense angst and familial pantomime follow, culminating in JoJo progressing towards ‘becoming a man’, put almost exactly in those words by Sam Rockwell as Captain K (like the main protagonists in Kafka’s novels), who then sends him out as a metal man, collecting pots and pans for aiding Germany's war plans.

The obligatory Gestapo visit is meted out by Stephen Merchant with his usual self-mocking finesse and thin-lipped smile. An audacious gambit by the rabbit girl to escape the Gestapo group's grip works only because of the unexpected help of gay Captain K.

The colors turn drab – blue, brown, grey, green – as the town prepares to be invaded, and Jojo’s mother’s shoes (red and white, my favorite color combo for a plethora of reasons) slide jarringly into frame just as a blue butterfly flutters out of sight after leading Jojo to her. The eyes on the rooftops look down upon - pun totally intended - the public hanging square.

The air raid begins, and the town is reduced to rubble because of which Jojo is reduced to foraging. Yorki, Jojo’s adorable second-best friend after the Fuhrer, accidentally adds to the detritus when distracted by Jojo. India is apparently one of the countries coming at them according to Yorki, but that’s small potatoes compared to Yorki’s bombshell: Hitler blew his brains to smithereens.

As a disillusioned Jojo wanders about the destroyed town, the German Shepherds, pun literally intended, are there at the end, as is gay Captain K and his paramour Finkel, in fittingly glorious flamboyance for the theater of war. Jojo rabbits into a hole. When the dust settles, the Americans round up the Germans, including a now-disheveled Stephen Merchant, and Jojo is saved, once again, by gay Captain K - Sam Rockwell, you rock. 'Nuff said, as Stan the Man used to say, RIP.

As can be expected, brains-blown-hither & thither Hitler appears again as a dithering apparition, only to suffer defenestration. Jojo learns to tie shoelaces and snap his fingers, the mirror monologue and out-the-door scenes spiral back into the climax, and as promised, the rabbit girl and Jojo Rabbit dance to David Bowie’s (We Can Be) Heroes, which is also the name of an upcoming Robert Rodriguez movie starring Christian Slater, Pedro Pascal and our very own Priyanka Chopra, who was born in erstwhile Bihar (India), my home state, so there’s that. I dig spirals – the more convoluted the better.