Depressive isolation of manacello One of the earliest works of Uwe Ball is a kind of attempt to create poetry from death.
Whether the director himself was guided by high motives will remain forever unknown. Nevertheless, the film looks like a real art-house fruit of a sick imagination with a claim to depth and a rather scrupulous look at the formation of a maniac.
All this, at first glance, is interesting and worthy of attention. But Uwe Ball catastrophically manages to bring the brewing conflict to naught in a matter of minutes, just turning the script into a spectacle of porn with the original method of masturbation into a headscarf, a long sitting on the toilet and a tragically pathetic shootout.
Maybe if Ball wasn't the director, it would be a brutal drama about a deviant criminal. Instead, the film is a curious, but frankly empty spectacle, causing if not disgust, then boredom.
Of course, some rare thoughts, expressed in a voiceover, make a proper impression, and most scenes do not leave indifferent, because they capture the cold-blooded and ugly death of a person or animal, but this can be stopped, making a logical conclusion that "Obsession" is an extremely strange movie, hardly worthy of digging into it and looking for an underlying meaning.
3 out of 10