Another of those semi-intellectual and overt esoteric kitsch by Rudolf Thome. In this film about love a boring couple (they are so nice to each other) looks at each other for hours (or so it seems) which for Thome means how much they are in love. The couple does an awful lot of shopping together and then travels to Greece to perform a semi-religious fire-dance on a beach, a dance that will not be misplaced on an average New-Age gathering: just looking for my roots, honey!
Thome's looking for love as theme drifts into incomprehensible and mystic signs and dialogue including such things as reincarnation, rebirth and even the unavoidable Atlantis. The main trouble with the film is that Thome never takes the trouble to get the viewer involved (did he really care?), and it seems that the only audience he was thinking of was himself.
A film for those who have difficulty in accepting that love is a chemical reaction too.
Thome's looking for love as theme drifts into incomprehensible and mystic signs and dialogue including such things as reincarnation, rebirth and even the unavoidable Atlantis. The main trouble with the film is that Thome never takes the trouble to get the viewer involved (did he really care?), and it seems that the only audience he was thinking of was himself.
A film for those who have difficulty in accepting that love is a chemical reaction too.
