Le futur est femme

Imagine roast lamb, icing sugar, doughnuts and a tin of peanuts, all served on one plate. Something similar happens here, with the gorgeous Ornela Muti and the classy Hannah Schygulla together with a host of good actors, all guided by a great director - and the result is just a boring mess. The music which dominates the first scene is also a great example of why it is fatal to succumb to the temptation of letting modern sounds dominate the background and even smother the dialogue. Thirty years on the music is cringeworthy at best, on a par with some dreadful acting on the part of pretty well everybody including you-know-who. My advice: should you get the chance to see this film - read a book or go to a café with some friends. Get some photos of Ornel Muti if you must - at least they won't say world-shattering lines like "Where are the car-keys?"