The doctor walks through the graveyard. His white robe juxtaposed with black gravestones. The groundskeeper considers the doctor his number one customer, the grave he's digging is for the next patient the doctor cannot save.
There's something about Vlacil's work that always speaks to me. There's a poetry to his rather indifferent view of awful things happening. A level of detached understanding that I think Rudolf Hrusinski captures perfectly in the lead role. The sad truth is a lot of…
The original was at least kinda entertaining. This is just... nothing.
I don't understand how Lilli could just look past manslaughter like it was nothing.
I love when movies about rich assholes center change. The twist to this one is that the rich asshole learns nothing, gets everything he wants and the assistant he harasses is the one presented as needing to change.
Clever and juvenile at the same time. While the performances are a bit bland by most, the inherent hilarity of some of the situations allows it to shine regardless. A woman being put on trial by a bunch of literal Nazis for a tramp stamp is gold.
