Intriguing and humorous film that meditates on popular meditations on communism. In a seemingly post-ironic mode every line is theatre and every gesture an empty reference. Yet, it lacks to maintain a certain drive which leads to the episodic tableaus being evened out a little too much.
A Spectre is Haunting Europe takes a long time to get started for its short run time, fully the first 24 minutes do not come together effectively, it feels sparse and disjointed. Only once the Spectre begins to be put on display does it begin to showcase its fit more fully. The final quarter of film is when it is truly makes its intensions known. The poetry recitation throughout is keenly charming and playfully witty
Beautiful cinematography. Unfortunately, I missed the entire what may the director be saying due to subtitling. I always wonder though how should the intellectual engagement match the photographic and vice versa. I think there is deep sincerity in the photographic quality of the film and in its literary muse but i believe they don't get along well in one film.
annoying annoying annoying annoying. That grin may have had no cat, but it has a filmmaker in Radlmaier. The whole thing is drenched in a hopeless sabotage that dumps anything tasteful out of the frame. It is just an aesthetic joke. A film that is about itself because it is not capable of being about anything else.
Maybe it is because I am not German, not from Germany, and not well educated in the subject, but I had an extremely difficult time understanding a majority of this film. I do understand the focus is the clashes between the working class and the wealthy, but the formalist style makes the story itself difficult to follow. If you are highly educated in German government and history, this film will amuse you to no end.
Not my cup of tea, really, but also not really tea at all. More like nettles and twaddle steeped in hot water, sprinkled with politics and pretension, and left to stew for much longer than necessary. Others may get more out of this. I was just glad it was a relatively short film.
This feels more like a German version of Godard at his worst that haunts Europe (and not only Europe I suppose)... There are a couple of clever moments and some deadpan political humour, but unfortunately for for the most part, this is just a lot of incoherent drivel. There aren't many films nowadays daring to handle the topic, so I do appreciate the effort.
I liked the bit about Mayakovsky being released from Malevich's painting every ten years. I wish the subtitles were not the same color as the background at times. Much of this was over my head. Not that everything has to be explained in full, but I had the distinct feeling that some pretension was at work.