Ein spätes Mädchen

. . . about a mousy late-bloomer (hence the title) who, for inexplicable reasons, falls in love with a seemingly mute drifter whose helpless ears she fills with the most uninteresting drivel imaginable. Unfortunately, the audience has to bear her incessant spouting of boring nonsense about plum pies and music teachers, too. The photography is fashionably desaturated, the acting seriously sub par - much-praised Haberlandt recites most of her incredibly stilted lines like a third-grader auditioning for a part in the annual school play - and, apart from inexcusably abusing the Langley Schools Music Project's version of "The Long and Winding Road", the score features the usual piano tinkling, combined with the scratchy strains of your regulation string quartet. Abominable.