"If two children kiss without saying anything, one of them must die". Schroeter in his usual image-addiction art making — everything is built to overflow both mind and eyes: forget linearity — just accept this one-ticket journey to wonderment. I trully feel every scene to be staged poetry: a kind of cinema only a few are allowed to be in. PS: Magdalena's last film is a very hard goodbye - she's a muse and a goddess.
This fucking movie-- Magdalena Montezuma stalks around her dark mansion rubbing black paint on her face and watering rose-bushes while her son explores an erotic interlude with the beautiful young man he has tied up in the barn. Not to mention the soundtrack and the climactic penis-grab.