In this less than mediocre Heimatfilm (Black Forest flavour) about Jonny, a jazz trumpet player, the standard-format story is that poor and worn-out that for at least half of the total time folklore music and dancing and a ditto procession are shown. As another victim of city life (in this case the tax collector) Jonny flees to the Black Forest, but he is that bad a trumpet-player that I wondered why he was not send to the Black Forest long ago.
Rudolf Schünzel's direction is tepid to say the least and shows no interest in the material. During a badly done horse racing sequence a radio-commentator as a voice-over is heard, that made me long for Spike Jones' Feetlebaum. Also the cast, including big names as Hans Stüwe and O.E. Hasse, does not show any interest and is uniformly dull. The unavoidable Heimatfilm star Rudolf Prack as wood-cutter is worse than ever and plays as wooden as the wood he is cutting.
If you are a fan of the music you might be slightly entertained, but listening to a couple of cd's is a good alternative.
Rudolf Schünzel's direction is tepid to say the least and shows no interest in the material. During a badly done horse racing sequence a radio-commentator as a voice-over is heard, that made me long for Spike Jones' Feetlebaum. Also the cast, including big names as Hans Stüwe and O.E. Hasse, does not show any interest and is uniformly dull. The unavoidable Heimatfilm star Rudolf Prack as wood-cutter is worse than ever and plays as wooden as the wood he is cutting.
If you are a fan of the music you might be slightly entertained, but listening to a couple of cd's is a good alternative.