SeeQuant Blending excellent reporting and strong storytelling, this is a disturbing film truly stranger than fiction

Senteur As somebody who had not heard any of this before, it became a curious phenomenon to sit and watch a film and slowly have the realities begin to click into place.

Quiet Muffin This movie tries so hard to be funny, yet it falls flat every time. Just another example of recycled ideas repackaged with women in an attempt to appeal to a certain audience.

Darin One of the film's great tricks is that, for a time, you think it will go down a rabbit hole of unrealistic glorification.

Pan32 What's at play here is infighting between relatives. Paul, a moppy haired teen, arrives at his uncle Stefan's summer home unexpectedly to the obvious annoyance of Stefan's wife Anna and their son Robert.Paul's father has recently committed suicide and Paul is clearly in something of a daze. But he gradually begins to become a part of the household aided by communal walks in a nearby forest and games of pingpong with Robert.Robert is a pianist of some skill preparing for an audition for a class of young students. What becomes clear is that Robert is chafing under his mother's insistence at keeping up with his practice routine and as a result perhaps drinks rum on the sly and takes breaks to play pingpong with Paul, to his mother's annoyance.Paul is infatuated with Anna who clearly is aroused by the sight of him bare chested.Cherchez la femme as it so often is but Anna is not really a bad sort. The intimacy she shares with Paul is a token of her affection, but she fails to realize how it would affect the impressionable 16 year old still reeling from the loss of his father.Anna has understandably great ambitions for Robert but reacts in a very harsh way when he crumples under the stress.Paul takes his revenge for what he sees as a betrayal by Anna by drowning Anna's cherished dog,Schumann.Uncle Stefen is too busy with work to realize the self destruction going on in his household.Sebastian Urzendowsky as Paul and Marion Mitterhammer as Anna give particularly fine performances in this interesting film.

federovsky An emotionally disturbed teenager turns up at the home of some repressed relatives. This simple substrate economically combines a surprising number of subtle issues: grief, boredom, alcoholism, stress, lust, and homosexuality, amounting to quite a timebomb in a deceptively domestic situation. It has a dusky, brooding quality - feeling almost like a mild version of Funny Games or Visitor Q.The boy is dealing with his father's recent suicide and an evident sense of abandonment resulting in various behavioural phenomena that sociologists will have terms for. His cousin's family has its own emotional issues, a neurotic, artistic mother and son, the latter on the booze while practising Berg's piano sonata (providing a sophisticated tone) for an audition; his mother a bored housewife of impulsive passion. Sounds of mastication are used frequently - repulsive, but it lends a surreal, intimate effect.With so many issues at play though, the meaning is muddled. Frustration, disillusionment, nihilism, betrayal and revenge blur any over-riding theme, which most likely is the new preoccupation of the age: insecurity. Sensitisation of society is on the upcreep. Having set up their lives of suburban serenity, they have too much to lose - everything becomes unbearably precious and the effort of keeping together what was so laboriously acquired causes mild derangement in the most ordinary people. Mild derangement is very much the order of the day here.It wends its way slowly and interestingly enough, but the somewhat degenerate ending undermines much of what the film was surely trying to achieve along the way. If the boy was merely sociopathic, then much of the useful meaning is eroded. Still, it's worthwhile art-house fair that will stay in the mind on account of its hermetic, drifting, almost dreamlike quality.

Bene Cumb True, that Germans do not resemble the nations residing around the Mediterranean and so one can not expect very romantic or sharp motions, but still, Pingpong is a rather dull narration of 2 different generations within a small environment, with scenes and solutions partially predictable, partially odd or factitious. Luckily, the cast is decent=good, particularly the 2 leading ones, but long silent scenes and recurring motives do not make this film interesting throughout its duration - what is less than 1.5 hours.Thus, a mediocre film to me, not at the level of related German films about troubled youth and intergenerational relationships. There was some dramatics and world-weariness, but limited locality did not allow to bring it forth in full.

eschwartzkopf This warmed-over bit of German suburban angst is one of those films where you wonder why you bothered to sit through the whole thing. I did at the Palm Springs International Film Festival, where the screening ended with one person clapping for two seconds and several people voicing support when I yelled, "that was pointless b#!!$%*t" as the credits rolled.The claustrophobic setting looks more like a project as a final film-school thesis (which, I'm guessing, is exactly what this film is) than any real symbolic statement about this way-too-uptight family and the goofy kid nephew who comes to stay for a bit. I suppose it's a coming-of-age film, albeit one with virtually no soundtrack or any other cultural milepost of teen-aged youth, save for an inane video game. There are no other characters, except for two silent piano movers (who are either moving a fake baby grand by just picking it up without a piano dolly, or are from the planet Krypton).My real beef isn't the tedious, pedantic textbook-style writing, acting and directing, which delivers characters you don't care about doing virtually nothing. (Even the sex scene is just, well, boring by-the-numbers stuff.) It's that, to prove some point about the lifeless nature of it all, the main character kills the family dog in a manner that is a combination of inhumanity and just plain laziness.Now, the family dog probably gets too much attention from the mother of the family, but she's got a workaholic husband, a moody kid who keeps getting stinko drunk and this oddball nephew, and I'd probably side with dog in that situation. But there's no reason to dump the dog in a swimming pool and then walk away (even closing a window to its tired panting), leaving the poor pet to exhaust itself and drown. And, then have the mother discover the death as the final scene in the picture.So this is where we end up after 90 minutes? Pointless.