I can’t fit in one that Uwe Boll did trilogy of films, which are his view, that mess mass murdering is solution of overpopulation on one planet (and he wants to make a fourth film.) and a movie where director personally criticizes racism. The last calls Hanau.
Watching a recreation of actual shooting, which happened two years ago, goes without a point. Steffen Mennekes hasn’t resemblance with actual murderer, but acts well in pronouncing weird conspiracy speeches for no audience nearby. He does that for forty minutes while proficient directing can commit strange replacements and movements with camera. Showing of purposeless routine acts such driving a car, sitting on armchair and shaving has only useful moment on target range, but each pistol shot gives a frame with a future victim where I was recalling similar and more raw Boll’s decision in House of the Dead in which action was intermingling with pieces from a game, which director adapted. These decades of minutes occur in different places and broke in segments. The shooter doesn’t silence when he writes a speech for publish it in the world web. Next twenty minutes accented on killing people, where Boll didn’t care about enliven conversations in a bar, and suicide. One hour with no clue. Appeared then actual news with anchors talking about racism, which Boll sees in Trump’s speeches and the Capitol attack in next shots are explaining that he hasn’t know a topic what used to happen with him before. Boll makes to absolutely forget that Hanau is a feature film by personal appearing on real locations. It becomes no different to his videos and podcasts where he said all that.
After getting much of German, I wanted to listen a wunderbar singer Falco. His Egoist, Jeanny and Titanic two times.
