The film director as a sulky young member of the Stalinist establishment. She had to eat bananas in the Fifties, poor thing. Neither the thin story, nor the staggeringly unremarkable way it is told justifies the acclaim (ditto the sequels.)
Saw a trilogy named "Tagebuch für meine Lieben" on German TV in the beginning of 90s. This movie is part of that trilogy. It is full of love for freedom, and sadness about the tragedy of communism, which turned from a freedom movement to a totalitarian regime.