What would you have if you had a movie made by recent graduates of an Eastern European art/film school that were named Gunther, Dagmar, Fritz, and Schotzie? Not their real names AFAIK. (Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. Void where prohibited. Some assembly required.) Why, you’d have something like Errors of the Human Body. Something Netflix kept throwing up at me as a recommendation. (Oh, Netflix! You crazy kid, you.) After watching it (while doing chores so I might have missed a vital bit of dialog that adds sense to this mess), I imagine the development of the film went something like this:
Gunther: I vill direct! It vill be set in a university in Dresden. American doctor whose babby son died from a rare juhnetick disease vill come to Dresden und help zee university’s juhnetick program. We vill show his American happy life in zee soft-focus flashbacks wiss zee happy pregunant vife. Zen zee babby tumors und no no more of zee happy.
Dagmar: I vill assistant direct! Oh he must have zee lover interest und she must have freckles und no one vill wear makeup so we can see her freckles. Und zee pony tail! Und she needz zee pony tail!
Fritz: I vill be best boy! Zee bad guy must not be too obvious. But he must be bald und looken like zee albino und have zee buggy eyes. Und zee freckle girl will have had sex wis him but she vill lie about it.
Schotzie: I vill make zound effects wiss my armpits! Farfergnuggen! You all have forgotten zee important tings. We need a scene wiss zee Yooropian siren sound und vee must show zee modern underground rail station!
Gunther: Yah! We can throw zem in at zee end. We must not forget a decadent party scene wiss peoples in costumes of creepiness. Vun of dem vill be zee bad guy’s assistant und he vill be a trahnsvestite at zee party und he must look at zee American und suck seductively on a straw. Und, zen, in zee ironical tweest zee American will get zee diseeze of his babby but he vill be also the cure which will be like arthouse movie sad because no more babby. Und a mouse virus. Mouse virus very popoolar now.
Dagmar: Oh yah und zee trahnsvestite should look like zat Frankenfurter guy from zee Rocky Horror so Americans vill know heez trahnsvestite!
That’s pretty much the only way my brain can parse getting all of those frantasically glorious details shoved into 101 never-ending minutes of cinematography.
The best thing about this movie: it ends (although I spent the last 20 minutes thinking “would you die already, jeesh”).
The worst thing about this movie: there’s something to dislike for everyone!
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