All I have to say is, if this is what the Germans call a comedy, I’d hate to sit though two hours of German tragedy.
I found myself in this leaden pseudo-comedy after a minor brain disorder caused me to say to my friend Paul, “I’ll go to whatever movie you want to see.” He’a always criticizing me for my narrow movie choices, although my narrowness mainly centers around not wanting to sit through endless foreign films where people hug and learn lessons. So I wanted to show that I was broad-minded, even though I knew there were several “hugging and learning” movies flitting about. (The plot synopses usually start with something like “A moody Istanbul photographer…”)
So we went, and although it wasn’t exactly horrible, by the time the fourth or fifth story arc was wending its way toward self-conscious laugh-cry resolution, I was longing to see something blow up.