Review: Berlin Syndrome
Teresa Palmer stars as an
Australian photojournalist in Berlin who makes fast company with Max Riemelt,
and well, one thing leads to another leading to the next morning. So what of
the next morning? Well, funny thing…Palmer has a little trouble…sort of kinda
maybe leaving Riemelt’s apartment. He has left for his day job as a teacher,
and left the door locked. When he returns he acts like it’s no big deal, but
the same thing keeps happening and it’s not long before Palmer realises she’s
been held prisoner by a disturbed young man. And yet…she still seems somewhat
drawn to the guy (hence the clever title).
Although decently performed,
Aussie director Cate Shortland (“Somersault”, one of those films that
received a lot of critical love during a dreary period in Aussie cinema) gives
us much ado about nothing with this kidnap thriller from 2017. It’s like a more
sexual “Captivity”, and although I’m the only person who didn’t hate
that ‘torture porn’ film, I think this is the lesser of the two. Teresa Palmer
is decent in the lead, and Max Riemelt isn’t too bad, either. However they
aren’t good enough to make up for an unpleasant, slow-moving, and ultimately
pretty underdone film. The cinematography is a bit too dark, as well.
There’s just not much going on
here and it didn’t interest me a whole hell of a lot, I’m afraid. Your mileage
may wildly differ. The screenplay by Shaun Grant (the disturbing “Snowtown”)
is from a hopefully fuller Melanie Joosten novel. For me the best thing is the
adorably Teutonic version of Petula Clark’s classic ‘Downtown’ played at one
point (by a singer named Ina Martell). Hell, it might even be better than
Clark’s English-language version if I may be so bold.
Rating: C-
Comments
Post a Comment