I expected Streaker to be crap, light enough to pass the time when I was too burned out for anything else, but otherwise worthless. Instead, what I got was a funny caper and heart-warming rom-com. It had me cheering for the streaking "gang" and worried that the budding romance would fail.
With the purest of intentions, high-school teacher Balz Naef gambles away money that isn't his to lose. To avoid being found out, he and a bookie create a new gambling opportunity, taking bets on how long streakers - whom Naef recruits -- can stay on the soccer fields before they are caught by security. The fans are amused, but management is not, and Detective Sandra Strebel assembles a team to identity the miscreants. The cat-and-mouse game that ensues is detailed enough to be interesting, and events are for the most part believable, or at least not wholly absurd.
The acting is excellent, and the production values are high, as one might hope when it is produced with the cooperation of a dozen or so European Football Clubs.
Not having streaked since 1974, when it was an American college fad, I was heartened to see in 2017 the (albeit fictional, movie) Swiss/German attitude toward the pranksters: a matter of police interest, yes, but not, apparently, a violation of horrendous moral turpitude. There may still be hope for humanity. If you aren't offended by non-sexual, mostly distant nudity, you're quite likely to enjoy this film.
With the purest of intentions, high-school teacher Balz Naef gambles away money that isn't his to lose. To avoid being found out, he and a bookie create a new gambling opportunity, taking bets on how long streakers - whom Naef recruits -- can stay on the soccer fields before they are caught by security. The fans are amused, but management is not, and Detective Sandra Strebel assembles a team to identity the miscreants. The cat-and-mouse game that ensues is detailed enough to be interesting, and events are for the most part believable, or at least not wholly absurd.
The acting is excellent, and the production values are high, as one might hope when it is produced with the cooperation of a dozen or so European Football Clubs.
Not having streaked since 1974, when it was an American college fad, I was heartened to see in 2017 the (albeit fictional, movie) Swiss/German attitude toward the pranksters: a matter of police interest, yes, but not, apparently, a violation of horrendous moral turpitude. There may still be hope for humanity. If you aren't offended by non-sexual, mostly distant nudity, you're quite likely to enjoy this film.
