I don't get this. Is it supposed to be funny or is it just awkward incompetence. If you are not gay, this is bound to bore you to death, but if you are gay, do you really want Rosa von Praunheim prattle on for over an hour about how fucked up gays are. I guess, if you see this at a public screening it's good laughs all around, wheres my main reaction was a deep gratefulness that the Seventies have long gone past.
Perhaps the best Praunheim film and if its visual side has acquired a value of a historical record of a time - almost archaeological -, its ideological side is a performance of a timeless ideology - since the past always crave to return. The film gained an unusual perspective for the present as a document of contemporary action - the political art seek a discourse that in 71 had already found its formulation.