You can watch this style develop from indie to opulent over the course of RWF's career, but it's already all here. Brutal scathing smart charming (like him) & brilliantly stylized. And Hanna Schygulia is a goddamn babe. Often imitated (Jarmusch; Andersson; is it me or does every Athina Rachel Tsangari film contain some nod to this movie?) prototypical RWF, in his deliciously catty career-long war on smug hypocrisy.
Not particularly entertaining (though there are brilliant moments of dry comedy) but I couldn't help from keep watching it. There's just something hypnotic about nasty borad Germans! This is a deeply sad movie that showcases the brutality of the human spirit. I admire this movie than actually love it. Watch this with caution.
pertinent as ever. for the most rigid and socially destitute, it is Yorgos's interception of an internecine hatred that props up the withered hope of a unity-against, a belonging under duress and delusion. Hi PotUS.
Una curiosa historia sobre el chisme, la hipocresía y los prejuicios. Un grupo de personas se reencuentra una y otra vez. Todos hablan y fingen a diario. Hay una suerte de mediocridad que ronda en dicha generación envenenada por el cinismo.