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.