Why does a man live? A film-reflection on the meaning of life, in a very strange, slightly freakish, but not repulsive manner. “I just want to eat, sleep, fuck and die,” says Allen, who believes him and doesn’t believe him. Having managed to quit street prostitution, having found his place in the world (Allen is an artist and a large exhibition of his paintings is being prepared), he in a sense continues to float unwittingly along the river of drowned people, because in the end she still awaits death. Each of us. Only the appearance of the terminally ill Tadeusz (the incomparable Richard Chamberlain) forces Allen to rethink something, to live anew, to again thoroughly fall into the mud, but to find in the end the moral support that will allow him to “not to oppose himself” (F. Sagan) and swim further along the “river of drowned people”, but not as a known substance, but leaving behind something good. I am completely unfamiliar with the work of the writer and directors, and besides Chamberlain and Uta Lemper (which, by the way, did not differ very much, but the plot is to blame, Michael Imperioli kind of flashed in the series, but did not remember) I do not know anyone in the film, the picture is clearly low-budget, and the film (or digitization of the film?) is of rather low quality, but the film still takes heart. Classical music is completely in tune with the mood of the episodes (at some point it is really impossible to imagine anything but Mozart’s Lacrimosa), human feelings are understandable and empathetic, Allen’s paintings as the main scenery are dark, but they have a deep meaning.
The film is a farewell to the aesthetics of the 20th century, because, as Tadeusz says, “now no one wants tragedy, everyone wants a happy ending.”
I'm impressed.