Germany is a bleak country. Dying is no fun. The young are cynical and devoid of humane feelings. Air ducts look so impersonal.
Such deep observations could be expressed within a 3 minute flick. Instead, this movie drags on for hours.
Mercilessly, we are treated to an interminable procession of images of ex-Eastern German industrial cityscape, counterpointed by the close-ups of the suffering protagonists mired in the laconic moral wasteland.
I want my life back. And so probably does the rest of the audience at the Wroclaw film festival. At least one third were dozing off, without the benefit of a pillow, only to jump up contorted and wiggling at a louder scene. The ones who have not left by then, that is.
Such deep observations could be expressed within a 3 minute flick. Instead, this movie drags on for hours.
Mercilessly, we are treated to an interminable procession of images of ex-Eastern German industrial cityscape, counterpointed by the close-ups of the suffering protagonists mired in the laconic moral wasteland.
I want my life back. And so probably does the rest of the audience at the Wroclaw film festival. At least one third were dozing off, without the benefit of a pillow, only to jump up contorted and wiggling at a louder scene. The ones who have not left by then, that is.