I can't find the link now, but the Guardian recently sent a surveillance expert along to that much-praised, Oscar-winning film, The Lives of Others, to see what a professional eavesdropper would make if it. He was less than overwhelmed: it was, he declared, in no-nonsense manner, like watching paint dry. At which I snorted, and said to myself, how can you expert a technician to understand the subtleties of a profound psychological drama? At that point, though, I hadn't actually seen the movie, although I'd read a fair amount about it.
Well, I finally caught up with it last night, and all I can say is that the amateur film critic was right. Give that man a column. I can't remember the last time I was so disappointed with a foreign hit. (Actually, I can - it was the bizarrely over-rated melodrama, The Page Turner.) How on earth did the press pack fall for this one? The Lives of Others certainly has a lot going for it in terms of its subject - the sordid underbelly of East Germany and its secret police force - but the characterisation is one-dimensional, the pacing is ponderous in the extreme and the storyline is full of unexplained holes. I never for a second believed the central character's conversion into a good guy, and I never really cared about the noble playwright, his cripplingly neurotic actress-girlfriend or the Party bigwig who lusts after her.
Would a ruthless Stasi official with an exemplary 20-year record really be thrown by overhearing bohemian pillow talk and vague talk about freedom in the West? Did I really learn anything original about the lives of dissidents? No. What we saw was a promising idea sabotaged by a muddled and undernourished script. I have no idea what prompted John Podhoretz to say "it joins Citizen Kane, no less, on the very short list of the most impressive debut films in the history of cinema." So far, as a matter of fact, I haven't yet seen a single less than laudatory review. Baffling, absolutely baffling. OK, the fact that my local art-house charged me £4.70 for a glass of white wine put me in a slightly bad mood at the start of the evening. But this was a film that I wanted to enjoy. All I experienced instead was another of my Ricky Gervais moments: what is it that the others see, that I can't?
UPDATE: As Matthew d'Ancona points out from his stool in the Coffee House, Timothy Garton Ash has a long and thoughtful essay about the film in the NY Review of Books. While he says the film deserved its Oscar, his piece has more to say about the socio-political background. He does add this, however: Wiesler's own conversion, as shown to us in the film, seems implausibly rapid and not fully convincing—despite a wonderfully enigmatic performance by the East German actor Ulrich Mühe. It would take more than the odd sonata and Brecht poem to thaw the driven puritan we are shown at the beginning.
UPDATE 2: I'm relieved to see that Kevin Drum agrees with me. His commenters make lots of interesting observations, pro and con. If only the film critics could have been that nuanced.
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andres
May 14th, 2007 5:14pmWhile I like it a bit more than Clive did, I criticize it on the same grounds in a review for Amazon.com; see here: http://www.amazon.com/gp/cdp/member-reviews/A2SLA0SXRQV8M0/ref=pd_ys_homenav_rev/104-4651995-3689559?ie=UTF8&sort%5Fby=MostRecentReview&pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&pf_rd_s=right-1&pf_rd_r=0V53P3N7WYEN7AY5J2CK&pf_rd_t=1501&pf_rd_p=258341001&pf_rd_i=home
John Merchant
May 14th, 2007 5:19pmAgreed. Last year's "Pan's Labyrinth," - the film that "The Lives of Others" beat out for best foreign film at the oscars last year - made a far more eloquent indictment of the stiltifying effects totalitarianism imparts upon the independent human spirit.
Art Strim
May 14th, 2007 6:00pmThank God someone else didn't like this movie. It gave me the creeps -- like, 'how nice, a feel good movie about the Stasi!' It was a shrewd play for Hollywood success -- everybody hates the Stasi, and it's not implausible that at some time someone in the Stasi had a change of heart, so let's work it! The premise was unreal -- if they wanted to destroy the playwright they would manufacture dirt about him; no need to look for actual dirt. That's the real terror behind that kind of police power, much greater than their power to actually investigate.
pietro
May 14th, 2007 6:38pmyou don't know what you are talking about. this film was powerful and made a deep impact on me. don't listen to critics. what's the personal impact? my boyfriend and i left the cinema crying. you have to take into account that east germans had been exposed over time to tricklings of west german culture, so it wasn't a rapid transformation. the movie left plenty of clues to that effect. i loved pan's labrynth too. i loved them both. i do think the story of pan's labrynth was overshadowed by the use of special effects.
Steve Sailer
May 15th, 2007 3:56amI explained the Stasi agent Wiesler's conversion in my review in The American Conservative: "Wiesler embodies every Teutonic tendency, including emotional repression and obsessive-compulsive punctuality. Yet, as terrifying as his efficiency is in a bad cause, from von Donnersmarck's refreshingly patriotic standpoint, his stereotypically German qualities mark him as redeemable. "As Wiesler eavesdrops, he begins to sympathize with his victims. The turning point comes when the playwright learns that his despairing former director has killed himself. He sits down at his piano and plays a sonata the dead man had given him, touching the secret policeman's German soul. "Von Donnersmarck's original inspiration for his movie had been anticipated in Tom Stoppard's 1974 play Travesties, which quotes Lenin saying that when he listens to Beethoven's Appassionata sonata, he wants to "pat the heads of those people who while living in this vile hell can create such beauty," but he can't afford to indulge his love of music, however, because now is the time "to hit heads, to hit them without mercy." "Von Donnersmarck writes, "What if Lenin could have somehow been forced to listen to the Appassionata, just as he was getting ready to smash in somebody's head? … I 'saw' a picture of a man in a depressing room, with earphones on his head, expecting to hear words that go against his beloved ideology, but actually hearing a music so beautiful and so powerful that it makes him re-think (or rather: re-feel)."" Now, this conception may not be terribly realistic -- but, then, most movies are more or less man-bites-dog stories -- but it's worthy of some respect.
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