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It's like someone stealing 90 minutes of your life you'll never get back
Just saw this at the Sydney Film Festival. Awful just awful! I have absolutely no idea how this film won any awards. The acting wasn't too bad, Birol Ünel who played Axel and Georg Friedrich who played the long haired Ingmar deserve special mention. But Ceci Schmitz-Chuh who played the central character Stevie was wooden and lacking in sympathy. But given how bad the script must have been, it's no surprise.
The film jumped from scene to scene, with no explanation what had happened and where we were now. It was like having anterograde amnesia. The audience kept looking around at one another wondering if they were the only ones who had missed something.
My partner counted four times that the camera could be seen in windows and mirror, the music was jarring and the whole thing dragged. I started looking forlornly at the aisle about half an hour in. Some lucky buggers left! The moment it ended there was a stampede to get out of the theatre with my partner demanding I give him back the hour and half of his life back. I felt the same way.
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