Tom Tykwer
Lola Rennt

THE REVIEW

Maybe I searched poorly, but it seems to be missing here, this Lola Rennt(Run Lola Run).

It's one of those films (sometimes it happens to me) that just hearing the title brings back the flashes of a trailer that (perhaps) was shown on TV, and I see myself in my room, I see myself as a kid, it's one of those nineties films. Full of nineties atmosphere, and nineties colors, all those things, so nineties.

And I was convinced I had already seen it, so convinced that I would have bet my bag on it. And yet, last night (late night, actually), as soon as the viewing of a film ended (another Germangoodie), I stumble upon the Wikipedia page of Moritz Bleibtreu (co-protagonist here), and there it is: Lola Rennt - Run Lola Run.

But damn, the guy's face was absolutely new. So I haven't seen it! Shit: my bag! No kids.

First great thing: it doesn't demand much. A mere seventy-five minutes, and well supported too.

With a screenplay as simple as it gets, Run Lola Run boasts an unspecified number of small characteristics that grant it a tremendous personality, technically speaking: a series of decisively successful stylistic choices, so much so that they become fundamental parameters for a three hundred sixty-thousand-degree evaluation, which in my opinion, does no harm. Besides this, a soundtrack that fits perfectly, and a fusion of styles and influences that forced me to watch the whole film with that dorky grin that if I saw myself from outside I'd say ooooou! Wake up!!

Like most things that capture my attention, it doesn't need to disguise itself as serious to be truly serious, it doesn't need to press your balls to tackle the time-space theme, it simply plays with it, and then you, think whatever you want.
Thank you Tom.

How wonderful it was not to have seen it before. Then I slept three hours and didn't hear Marti's five o'clock alarm ("but go relaxed! because if you don't hear it, I will"). But oh well, she didn't hold it against me.