Human worlds It was hot with the light,
His eyes are like rays.
I just shuddered: this one
Maybe tame me.
He's leaning over, he'll say something.
There was blood on my face.
Let the tombstone lie down
In my life, love... A. Akhmatova
Is this movie simple? At first glance, perhaps. Germany. Century XXI. A married couple. Both are in their fifties. Working husband, housewife. Household scenes. Prosperity. Monotony and peace. Some would call it routine. Someone with life.
Insomnia as a reflection of the emptiness of a woman’s world. Insomnia, with night cooking - unpretentious blank-lunch tapered in the briefcase. Insomnia, and a visit to the doctor for a consultation. So gradually, the plot becomes overgrown with a shell.
Without a doubt, from the first shots, the viewer’s attention is held by the charisma of the heroine Martina Gedek. Eyes, restrained slowness, grandeur in silence. This leads one man into a state of worship and friendship, the other into neurasthenic irritability. One divides the way to God, the other divides the bed.
Is this movie that simple? Let's try to reason.
Definitely hard to say. What, in any case, is the implication of the death of the gardener and of Helena's bloody hand? Does the director know the audience? Take your time, say, think... Or maybe the episode does not carry an additional semantic load? And it's quite simple. Is this the beginning of a new path of fate or a nodal crossroads of the main character’s life break? What is it, depth of thought with subtext? Or the usual cinematic twist? The additional charade is the mentality of the creators. Understand - do not understand, so to speak, your own - someone else's ...
Of course, the picture like an express picks up speed and the course accelerates. The search for answers to the questions that arise in the head reproduces the professor of “psychocybernetics” and the plot is developed in the context of HE-HE. Trust and fascination with the new (and women, as you know, love with their ears) when crossing representatives of the sexes leads to sympathy and intimacy. Mother Nature is at the gene level. And we're her children. But it's not all that simple in this German drama. The palette of colors with the introduction of Eduard E. Gluck is noticeably expanding - Finnish theater, erotic goods store, night video views, fantasies - fantasies - fantasies ... and this is a professor. A man with a degree. A man collecting halls. Master of words. Guru. Almost a magician. Funny.
In short, the worlds are human in all their beauty and in different manifestations. It's not boring at all. There is so much to think about here.
Perhaps
7 out of 10