...a bonafide screwball comedy. I love this movie mainly because it is nothing like Ali:Fear Eats Soul, Fear of Fear, or Martha. Those movies are excellent but most directors stick with what they know they are good at. This movie is like getting hit in the back of the head with scrambled eggs.
The plot is about a deadbeat yet famous poet played by Kurt Raab who is plagued by writer's block. He gets into trouble fuelled by his idleness. During a brief moment of creativity, he discovers he inadvertently copied word for word Stefan George. That makes him believe he is morphing into George but there is a problem when it comes to sexual preferences. The scene where he learns he is not George is hilarious. So are the scenes with Margit Christansen who is totally unrecognizable from the other roles she played in Fassbinder's movies. She plays a groupie to the poet who gets mercilessly abused psychologically by him and physically by his idiot younger brother played by Volker Spengler.
The humor can get extremely crass and its not for everyone but I enjoy it.
The plot is about a deadbeat yet famous poet played by Kurt Raab who is plagued by writer's block. He gets into trouble fuelled by his idleness. During a brief moment of creativity, he discovers he inadvertently copied word for word Stefan George. That makes him believe he is morphing into George but there is a problem when it comes to sexual preferences. The scene where he learns he is not George is hilarious. So are the scenes with Margit Christansen who is totally unrecognizable from the other roles she played in Fassbinder's movies. She plays a groupie to the poet who gets mercilessly abused psychologically by him and physically by his idiot younger brother played by Volker Spengler.
The humor can get extremely crass and its not for everyone but I enjoy it.