Berlin

With stars such as Udo Kier (the weird balloon clown, probably the killer) and Moritz Bleibtreu.  Snow throughout. The kid disappears early and the Hunts is on. Starkly photographed and sharply acted, but, no closure.  At the end we're still looking. Left hungering to see more. When will they show part 3?

On the way out in the same building. I decide to check out a late film I know nothing about but have a ticket for, at Cinestar  8 in the bargain basement.

The picture starts promisingly with a helicopter sweeping over a beautiful red desert of sharp ridges and sand dunes. A Portuguese voice over with English subtitles tells us that a woman from Portugal has decided in her old age to go back to her native land of barren mountains (Angola) and her son is on a quest to track down her soul, or ghost, or something. The chopper sets down in the middle of nowhere and a young man gets out and starts walking. We are now next to a long straight highway stretching out to infinity. Some cars come by but it's not exactly a heavily traveled road and Hitchcock fans might expect a crop duster biplane to appear out of the lonely sky but there are no crops to dust, only endless sand.  Eventually a car stops and picks out hero up and a long dreamlike journey commences. This soon becomes an  abstract philosophical study of a young man, maybe twenty, walking expressionlessly through  many different landscapes, with only a small back pack while searching for, among other things, maybe the meaning of life. (Or a reason for making a movie) There is no storyline, as such, merely slow going with changes of scenery every now and then having little or no connection one with the other.  The disappeared mother wants him to take care of a bird that lives for 150 years after she dies. But maybe she's already dead. Among the scenes. barren  desert with many old rusting automobile carcasses.  An African tribe  that knows they will be colonized for 500 years.  Many Sunsets over the desert. Hulls of abandoned ships by a waterway.  Voice over Messages are intoned such as, "Everybody  is getting ready for tomorrow but the next day doesn't know you exist" ~~ Aha. very profound. Some of the images are pretty but the entirety is disjointed, and pointless and soon becomes one long yawn. Something like following the free associations of a college sophomore  in a random walk through a wattled mind. .Many walkouts, including myself. But the majority seemed to think they were watching a great work of art  and remained  rooted to their seats as if hypnotized in the vast Cinemaxx 8 auditorium

            

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