Yung

Welcome to the neon-soaked world of Yung, where drugs, sex and boredom stumble hand in hand through the Berlin night. The "plot" - if you want to call the loose stringing together of episodes that - feels like an endless after-hours without a climax. Instead of tangible characters, there are lifeless stereotypes of a "lost generation" who have more to do with ecstasy than with real emotions. Social criticism? None. Instead, there are plenty of half-naked club clichés that are probably meant to have a profound effect. If you want a cinematic MDMA experience without substance, this is the right place for you. For everyone else: there are better flicks to watch...