It's hard to argue with the assessment of the village elder who comes to the conclusion that "politics is filth" in ALL MY GOOD COUNTRYMEN. The "conversion" of the happy troupe to The Cause (first One, and then the Other) speaks volumes- most of it bad. Franz Kafka would've no doubt greatly appreciated a movie like this one; it's just so Right in its depiction(s). Beautifully shot and directed, ALL MY GOOD COUNTRYMEN is must-see for anyone even remotely interested in the filthy game of Politics. (Just yesterday, a Universal Health Care bill was finally passed in this country, after what has to have been the sleaziest Media onslaught by the Republican Reich we've ever seen. Somebody in this country needs to make a movie about THAT...) That a movie like ALL MY GOOD COUNTRYMEN could even be made in a country as oppressive as theirs is nothing less than a miracle. One can't help but recall the final line from the Epilogue: "When they start singing, you'll hear them."