This German movie is long, slow, indulgent unrhyming poetry about a crazed muse. I can’t recommend the film unless a disturbed freedom resonates with you. Before the performance, I knew nothing of this poet or her world. But her temperament lives in a small part of me — very distant and withered.
The film’s art, history and cinema surprisingly kept my impatient attention while I supplemented the catastrophic montage of Else with these: