Holy shit! That's what went through my head from the 1st of those 123 minutes till the end. I don't know how they did it.. (w/ 10 directors!) To capture, offer entrance into, the complexity of the political moment, in a way - deeply nuanced but solidly unified - that forced my full intellectual & emotional engagement. Somehow (it's rare!) both earnest and sophisticated. Can't say enough. The Antigone bit was perfect.
An explosive comment on the effects of the RAF in the late 70s, this film doesn't particularly advance anything in its own right, serving more as a showcase of different views on familiar points, shifting from a tense autobiographical episode to freeform visual and auditory poeticism, morphing into something quite postmodern before settling into regular documentary format.
One of the few (semi) successful attempts at the topical, Euro-centric omnibus film - nearly a decade after the format was scrapped by its jet-setting producers as financially underwhelming. The photography is uniformally gorgeous, much of it worth seeing alone as documentation of the era rendered.