I think it is almost impossible to understand Achternbusch's work entirely because he stuffs it with subjective views noone except him is able to appreciate. His scenes are funny, really bizarre but the Brechtian way of directing (having untalented actresses speak their lines without any palpable emotion) makes the humour move to the background, so the film is exhausting to watch in the first place. Take this as a warning.
Herbert Achternbusch has recorded his own private interest in Picasso on film (including admittedly excellent Picassoesque paintings by the filmmaker himself), and we are supposed to watch and say uh-huh. I found it quite interesting and original, yet it was a clearly brain- and not at all heart-shattering experience.
Herbert Achternbusch has recorded his own private interest in Picasso on film (including admittedly excellent Picassoesque paintings by the filmmaker himself), and we are supposed to watch and say uh-huh. I found it quite interesting and original, yet it was a clearly brain- and not at all heart-shattering experience.