I watched this mild mannered comedy of manners primarily because the two leads have been working together since the beginning of the 90s as the Munich end of the Tatort franchise and are a familiar in the roles of 'tough but fair but flawed' detectives. Udo Wachtveitl and Miro Nemec turn in competent performances in their respective roles of airline pilot widower and under achieving commercial photographer whose love lives take on a surprisingly interrelated quality after various surprising turns of event. Due to their long standing partnership and the ground they have covered in the last decade and a half, it was always going to be difficult for them to change the dynamic - and, in the end, I guess the director didn't ask them to. Well, so what, I enjoyed it and this is their take on police work anyway, so it would have been hard to change the vibe.
Maybe I'm getting soft, but as a Brit who has worked outside the UK since '93, I've become quite addicted to pleasant German comedies of manners and look on them as a blessed relief from the relentless 'presentation over content everyone in each others faces posturing Hollywood wannabe' contemporary British fare.
(Continuity error: Why don't continuity people apply the same standards to machinery as actor's hairstyles and clothes? E.g. pilot Franolic's plane grows engines on finals, not a big thing but it's so easy to avoid.)
Maybe I'm getting soft, but as a Brit who has worked outside the UK since '93, I've become quite addicted to pleasant German comedies of manners and look on them as a blessed relief from the relentless 'presentation over content everyone in each others faces posturing Hollywood wannabe' contemporary British fare.
(Continuity error: Why don't continuity people apply the same standards to machinery as actor's hairstyles and clothes? E.g. pilot Franolic's plane grows engines on finals, not a big thing but it's so easy to avoid.)