Hochhausler's film tells the story of an aging banker orchestrating an affair with a sub-ordinate's wife finding a connection with her that neither can deny. When the film is concentrated on that relationship it offers a quite fascinating view, however when it focuses on its banking subplot its lost in unfocused story and cryptic meaning. Both Krebitz and Hunger-Buhler impress here. But that ending...
A lot of wasted talented in this flick. You can tell that these actors have talent. You can tell that this director has talent. You can tell that the cinematographer has talent. ... but the writing is terrible. A movie about people we don't like. A movie about a subject we don't give a shit about. Bad people doing bad things to other bad people. And all of it done within a boring pace and little interest.
I have no idea what was going on here or what the 2 aspects (corporate and corporeal) said to each other. Do people like the protagonists really exist? If they do, they should be somehow fascinating, but praps they only interest themselves, and people like them. I am perhaps not the right person to judge about such passionless impersonal and risky (sexual) behaviour. I would rather see seething emotion. Any emotion.
Never has a romance with such apparent high stakes burned a more wan shade of beige. A laughable lack of chemistry that leads to one implausible scenario after another. It would appear to me that this film has made its comment about vacuity and emptiness quite by accident.
All artifice and no feeling. The dialogue was too stylized, the characters were unsympathetic, and the plot was uninteresting. The film-making felt arrogant and cold. Please, someone laugh or smile genuinely, show some evidence of humanity and save us from these zombies. There were possibilities with Andrew, but no such luck.
Well, well, well... Corporate backstabbings, highly unlikable characters, love (???). The people, the interactions, and relationships in this film seem awkward and artificial. What they do, does not make much sense, nor is it emotionally engaging. The whole experience feels empty, just like the corporate robots portrayed. One extra point for the ending, which was surprisingly intriguing, even mysterious.
The more I thought about this movie, the less sense it made. I can see how it might be interpreted as an allegory for larger social issues, but it didn't work on the immediate levels. The characters, their relationships, and their behaviors just weren't believable,
The movie was entertaining and the acting was exceptional, but the ending was rather anticlimactic and the plot-line proved weak as well as shallow. Not only did a slanderous affair turn out to feature our "protagonists," but the characters developed to be nearly as unrelatable as they are unlikable. Hochhausler's injection of "love" into his portrayal of a cold, calculating, capitalists' society proved disastrous.
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Puzzling piece, in the moody aesthetic familiar from Hochhäusler and much of the Berlin school. Nicolette Krebitz's performance was amazingly perfect—such ease and natural cockiness. However, am quite unhappy with the plot again; even more so with the highly elliptical narration. And what on earth was that ending about? I feel ambivalent about this film. But at least it succeeded in making me think about it. 5.5/10.