This could have been a nice and probably good romantic and funny thriller; with Hartmut Griesmayr in the director's chair it certainly has failed. Any possibility of the script is killed off by his tedious direction and possibly lack of talent, and surely also by the whining of Roland Baumgartner's music. The film looks more like a collection of images meant as illustration when reading the script. The only average cast can not save this one, not even Stefanie Stappenbeck who after a third of the film has driven past, at last brings some life into it.
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