There ought to be a committee that bans directors from doing classic literature. Invariably what happens is the second rate pretension of the director are shown up and in this case, the film in style seems stolen from FW Murnau; so not even that is original.
It's a rambling semi-Wenders stroll around a film set that appears like some Bavarian village in a search for something which has little to do with Goethe but dresses up the artifice sufficiently to attract the financing to make this concoction of sophomoric banality. Well, people were employed for a few weeks so it can't have been a total travesty.
It is and it will be and not even reading reviews is a good idea as it gives this movie some reckoning at status. Don't bother.
It's a rambling semi-Wenders stroll around a film set that appears like some Bavarian village in a search for something which has little to do with Goethe but dresses up the artifice sufficiently to attract the financing to make this concoction of sophomoric banality. Well, people were employed for a few weeks so it can't have been a total travesty.
It is and it will be and not even reading reviews is a good idea as it gives this movie some reckoning at status. Don't bother.