Critics reviews

The film's intertitles are taken from bathroom graffiti; its cinematic references (to Bresson, Tarkovsky, and, especially, Godard) are clever and apt, and the few action scenes are filmed with a razor-sharp pulp efficacy. Fassbinder's blend of paranoia and whiz-bang wonder is the modern successor to Fritz Lang's "Dr. Mabuse" films.

A terrorist film, in other words? I'd argue, on the contrary, a dull and rudderless one, principally concerned with the supposedly funky lint inside the collective navels of Herr Fassbinder and his talented entourage. Absence of ulterior motive, indeed: it's all a matter of internal, in-group references — Fass and His Friends.