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Unidentified German countryside. A semi-mute couple - he's a firefighter with seven interventions a year and she's a choir singer and housewife - with a rabbit-loving son, lives a daily life unbearable for the viewer. Nothing happens, neither events nor internal developments interrupt the sleep one can't help but have during the screening. Not even a shadow of a soundtrack. The only event that rises to the core of this thoroughly unfortunate film is a training course that our volunteer firefighter and blacksmith goes to for a few days away from home. There, he finds himself in a barracks atmosphere made of alcohol and nothing else. But one morning, the mono-expressive firefighter wakes up after a drunken binge in the house of a waitress without remembering what happened, not even her name. It could be the story of a night, but instead, he falls in love and, upon returning to his family, he cannot manage marital daily life with various repercussions.
It's been a while since I last heard an audience gasp in shock for a lack of content. Nothing to see, nothing to intuit, only a lot of banality disguised as an art film that the viewer can't help but detest. It borders on unintentional comedy when the protagonist tries to kill his lover by throwing her off a balcony (in a completely dark scene that doesn't allow the eye to even decipher it) and fails to finish the act. With the same expression stuck on his face, the firefighter then tries suicide but fails at that too. Fortunately, the spectator's torture is at this point coming to an end and we only witness a brief dialogue between children who recall the story.
Ugly, inconsistent, absent, pretentious, obscene.
Don't go see it.
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