It’s heartening to see a German drama that isn’t about World War II, but compared to the Holocaust, the building of the Berlin Wall has rather less oomph. This abortive love story from Dresden ’61 is terribly by the numbers: ah, now the young hero meets the youthful revolutionaires, now he falls in love, now he learns a lesson about responsibility etc. And the ending is telegraphed through helpful intertitles that announce, “3 weeks to the building of the Wall.” For a premiere, they didn’t have enough free booze.
The Red Cockatoo
Posted by konsum on March 15, 2006