It’s definitely not a good time to be a Nazi.

It’s not as if Taika Waititi invented Hitler humor. For over half a century, Mel Brooks and Max Bialystock’s production of “Springtime for Hitler” has guzzled audiences’ delight in not one, but three separate forms. And even before that, while actually in the thick of the modern world’s most tyrannical and genocidal period, Charlie Chaplin, thinly disguised as Adenoid Hynkel of Tomania, ripped at the seams of the raging fascist mantra. Perhaps it’s because fascism is, in more ways than one, threatening to bloom again that Jojo Rabbit has garnered some mal-tasted sneers. But if hatred is what you take out of this self-described “anti-hate satire,” then you’ve done all but understood it.

For between the Nazis and vicious overlords that don’t so much grace the screen as they do gaffe it – Der...