OK - the guys were beating Will Smith's record with Hitch (permiering in three cities at the day of the opening) - And hey - they even doubled Will's score and made it to the Guiness' Book of records ... and by doing so they managed to torture even more people, than a usual premiere would allow for.
This movie is absolutely disappointing. Brühl is as versatile as a haystack. Vogel is trying really hard, but doesn't stand a chance against a script, which is as wooden as my grandfather's walking stick. The girl (forgot her name) is nice, but one doesn't understand, why she's saying such stupid things like: "Some cake? I just made it myself" - if she'd be as cool as Juliette Lewis in Gilbert Grape - OK. But the lines this girl is forced to say are so tremendously uninspired. Even Jack Nicolson would have problems to find her cute - and he's basically jumping on everything which has two legs ... .
The story is a nightmare: Frustrated, autistic insurance geek is meeting freaky gadabout who's becoming the first friend he ever had. The broker is getting the girl (probably also the first one, he ever had) and that's pretty much, what the story is. If they'd at least get drunk together, or listen to good music, or smoke some pot, or do anything, which one would call a life ... but no: these chaps are driving around naked in rental cars ... uuuhsaaa ... very inspiring ... .
The creative level of the piece is somewhere around zero. Schipper's directing is as entertaining as herpes. The camera work has some peaks here'n'there in terms of composition. But that's it. Don't expect any real humor, magic or thrill. There isn't any. Don't expect anything unusual. It's not going to happen.
Last but not least: the music. Belle and Sebastian meets Dinosaur Jr after rehab meets Berlin underground wannabe.
The makers should focus on TV-movies. This film is definitely not worth the effort to buy a ticket. If there's anything like new German cinema, this piece is far from being a part of it.
This movie is absolutely disappointing. Brühl is as versatile as a haystack. Vogel is trying really hard, but doesn't stand a chance against a script, which is as wooden as my grandfather's walking stick. The girl (forgot her name) is nice, but one doesn't understand, why she's saying such stupid things like: "Some cake? I just made it myself" - if she'd be as cool as Juliette Lewis in Gilbert Grape - OK. But the lines this girl is forced to say are so tremendously uninspired. Even Jack Nicolson would have problems to find her cute - and he's basically jumping on everything which has two legs ... .
The story is a nightmare: Frustrated, autistic insurance geek is meeting freaky gadabout who's becoming the first friend he ever had. The broker is getting the girl (probably also the first one, he ever had) and that's pretty much, what the story is. If they'd at least get drunk together, or listen to good music, or smoke some pot, or do anything, which one would call a life ... but no: these chaps are driving around naked in rental cars ... uuuhsaaa ... very inspiring ... .
The creative level of the piece is somewhere around zero. Schipper's directing is as entertaining as herpes. The camera work has some peaks here'n'there in terms of composition. But that's it. Don't expect any real humor, magic or thrill. There isn't any. Don't expect anything unusual. It's not going to happen.
Last but not least: the music. Belle and Sebastian meets Dinosaur Jr after rehab meets Berlin underground wannabe.
The makers should focus on TV-movies. This film is definitely not worth the effort to buy a ticket. If there's anything like new German cinema, this piece is far from being a part of it.