Yesterday evening I went out, to the cinema, to watch a film with my best friend. First we wanted to watch Black Swan, the Oscar nominated film starring Natalie Portman, but unfortunately my 15 years weren’t enough to let us in (I personally think that if the parents of today didn’t let their daughters out of the houses with faces full of make up and clothes in the size super-mini, people having contact with age controlling at their work wouldn’t be so suspicious and had easily let me in.).
So we spontaneously choose the first film that was on the program, which was Kokowääh, the new movie made and written by and starring Til Schweiger. He’s one of Germany’s best and most successful men in film business. I’ve already seen two of his films (also made and written by and starring himself) Keinohrhasen (Engl.: No-ear-rabbits) and Zweiohrküken (Engl.: Two-ear-chicks). From what I’ve known I expected some light-hearted (romantic) comedy with no particular psychological focus on the central problem, that is presented in the storyline.
Kokowääh’s (which in the movie is a “mishearing” of the French dish Coq au vin) central question is “What is a father?”; this sentence was also part of the description that the main character (played by Til Schweiger himself) used for describing the situation he’s in(He pretended to write a book about his situation while, actually, he was living the very story in his life.).
The story begins with the everyday life of Henry; screenwriter, 42, unsuccessful except of the soap he writes (which is dying by the way) and most of all, a playboy, left (or slung her out by himself) by his girlfriend Katharina, a famous and very successful writer. Suddenly he gets the offer to write the screenplay to Katharina’s book with her. He agrees and they instantly get closer to each other again; besides their almost everlasting bickering about their failed relationship it feels like the old times again, for Henry.
But there are other news as well. One afternoon a girl sits in front of his flat, alone, with only a letter from her mother in her hands. He first struggles, but then reads the letter to find out that she’s without much doubt his natural daughter and that he has to take care of her for the next 4 weeks.
During the next few days and weeks he learns a lot about children; about how to love them and take care of them. He gets to know his daughter’s “other” father, who goes through a hard time, knowing that his child was never his, biological seen. And most of all Henry learns about taking responsibility.
As I had expected the film focused a lot on the comedian aspect, it was very funny and witty written. I especially liked the dialogues between Magdalena (Henry’s daughter) and Henry, but this also could be because of the great atmosphere between them on-screen: Magdalena is played by Til Schweiger’s daughter, Emma Schweiger, and so to create a convincing father-daughter relationship on-screen was not that hard, I guess.
The problems of being in a patchwork family and having two daddies at all for Magdalena was not much set in focus; it was considered as rather easy and unproblematic for her. The drama part was in fact rather concentrated on the feelings of Henry, how he has to cope with and make up for all the mistakes he did in the past and how he tries to find an acceptable solution for the situation he’s in.
All in all a very good movie; it entertains the audience with the witty banter (mostly between father and daughter) but also had heart-wrenching moments; the acting was not brilliant, but convincing and especially Emma Schweiger was a joy to watch (She’s so cute! And plays an 8-year-old exactly like it should be.). The film was shot in Berlin and I personally think, that the camera did the best job on this movie; I don’t know how this style is called, but the color and light settings were perfect – the pictures are truly beautiful.
And last but not least the Soundtrack, which was fine as well: I mean it had rock music in it, so I was pretty easily convinced of its quality.
I’m no experienced reviewer and actually don’t know what it takes for a good review at all, but from my point of view this is definitely a movie to recommend!
Bah. I hate it. Everyday, and I really mean everyday, I’ve got to edit my posts. It’s so annoying and I’m 100% sure that I have to edit the same ones next week again or so. Do you also have to edit this much?
Anyway as for today, I actually (half-) promised you to write the second part to my “home” post. Unfortunately, I’ve forgotten what I wanted to write. (So tragic, it always happens to me.) The only things I can add are my two statements to a saying a friend told me (see the comments of home part 1) and to the movie Up in the Air.
1): Home is where you heart is.
Well, actually, it just confirms my definition of home; because my family’s in my heart, and where my heart is, ergo my family, is my home. But then again, I thought, I must have many homes. Because my heart belongs to Berlin for example, a city I’ve only visited once, but has rapidly grown to my favourite city. Or to my bed, because that’s where I feel safe and warm on dark, winter days (like the ones currently). Or home may also be here in front of my computer, blogging, because doing this feels so right for me at the moment. Is it possible to have many homes? I hope so.
2) Is it possible to have no home at all?
I’ve recently seen the movie Up in the Air, the one with George Clooney, Anna Kendrick and Vera Farmiga. In this movie, Ryan Bingham’s (George Clooney) always travelling around the world, first, because he has to (it has to do with his job) and second, because he wants to tie the record of having 10000 frequent flyer miles. During the film, there are of course a few scenes in which he returns “home”. But is it really home? He calls it home. But how can it be home to him, if he’s hardly ever there? He doesn’t know anything about his neighbours, because he has never time to visit them properly. His flat’s always tidy, because he’s rarely at home to use all of his furnitures and belongings. I don’t think, that his family’s home to him either. He has flighty contact with his sisters; he never visits them and so, doesn’t know them anymore. Home to him, or the real, true feeling of being at home, I think, are the few moments he shared with other people (of course all during travelling), when he (probably) forgot what his goals really were when he completely let himself be there, at this place with this person, and just enjoyed the moment and forgot to actually just stay there for a short time. (Now, if I want to continue, I have to spoil, and that’s what I don’t want to do, therefore I’m not going to say anything anymore about the plot.)
But isn’t this sad? Home for me, is a place where you feel warm and safe, a place you like to be (and concerning me, there can be a lot of those places); or the feeling of being safe, loved and relaxed. A feeling you can always recall when you’re having bad times, and a feeling that will comfort you then. And Ryan Bingham, I think, doesn’t have this feeling or this place. He’s homeless. He’s a lonely soul. He has no home at all.
When I was younger, the thought of going alone through the world, having freedom and all the time alone for you, pleased me. I wanted to be one of those heroes, who were strong, because they’re alone and are able to do everything on their own; who are able to do everything they wanted, having no boundaries at all.
But these thoughts didn’t stay for long; I recognized, that it might be nice just to be alone for a while, but it’s also nice to know having someone supporting you, and accepting you, no matter who you are or what you did. This is the thing I wouldn’t have if I were all alone: acceptance. Acceptance from the people you like. As a loner you’ve always have to fight for some acceptance, for some tolerance. And also an important thing: trust. It’s nice to know people trusting you; and vice versa people whom you can trust. And for my little me (I was about eleven or so), this was the most important reason, why I gave up on the idea of being a “cool” loner. Because I’ve always had problems with trust, because I hardly trust someone and I didn’t want to end up all alone without no one to trust and no one trusting me. And as long as I had my family around me, I realized, this was guaranteed, and from then on I knew where I could find my home.
Uh, geez. That was a big family-love-declaration. I’m usually not this (love-) declaring person.
Today I went to the cinema to watch… The Tourist! That’s the absolutely brilliant and awesome film starring Angelina Jolie and Johnny Depp. 😉 The whole story takes place in Venice and during the opening credits I, once again, got lost in the wonderful, amazing and enchanting pictures of Venice – the city of lovers, secrets and lots of history. When I was at home again, I instantly had to stare again at the photos me and my dad took last spring in Venice. This city is totally amazing: it was once the maybe most beautiful city of whole Europe, but now you’ll only see hints of it: most of the old buildings have turned their colours into many different shades of grey. Nevertheless you just get captivated by the atmosphere of the city; you can really feel the history around you. It’s told in the walls, it’s told in the many little alleyways, in all the narrow canals, in their traditional art of living and in the gondolas, these typical, richly decorated Venetian boats. Venice is simply a city you just have to see once in your lifetime.
Here are my three favourite pictures taken on my trip to Venice last spring:
As for the movie I only can recommend it. I’m not good at writing recommendations, so I’m just going to spill everything out, that’s coming into my mind. The movie’s synopsis you’ve surely read on the internet or in the newspaper; I don’t want to write it down, because I fear of maybe spoiling too much.
Reasons why you should watch The Tourist:
- You like Johnny Depp. Or Angelina Jolie.
- You like action (that means pistols, chases and such).
- You like Venice.
Or, you know what? This list doesn’t work out. Next try:
The Tourist is a movie with many surprising turns in the plot, witty dialogues, awesome acting actors, amazing camera work and enough action. Eh yeah, that’s why you should watch this film.
(I know that this recommendation’s really, really bad – but it’s my first time. And my head’s not very clear at the moment, I’ve got concentrations problems – I want to watch this film a second time and just can’t think clear. Sorry.)
Oh, and yeah, reasons why you shouldn’t watch The Tourist:
- Eh, you neither like Angelina Jolie nor Johnny Depp (although that shouldn’t keep you from seeing this/a film, I think).
- You don’t like action.
- You don’t like Venice (although that also shouldn’t keep you from seeing this film, I think).
As you see, there aren’t many reasons for the contra side. So feel free to watch The Tourist! 😀