I'd Prefer To Castrate Myself Just To Have Something To Do
When one considers the rich heritage of the foreign film industry, thoughts turn to Bollywood or the works of artists such as Pedro Almodovar, Jean Renoir or perhaps even Franco Zefirelli. German cinema doesn’t really figure in the first things to spring to mind (I’m not about to relegate all German cinema to the trash – just a good portion of it).
I have just returned from having been subjected to the horror that is Ich war 19. Apparently a gritty war drama based on the memoirs of the director, Konrad Wolf, it fails to deliver. Big time. Not heard of it? Thank your lucky stars.
Counting the films that I’ve watched this year for my German Cinema module, I decided to try and list the films I’ve enjoyed. Out of a total of about 12 films, I’ve enjoyed 2. Perhaps, if I’m being liberal, 3. 3 out of 12 is not brilliant, I think you’ll agree. And what’s worse, is I’m pretty sure my lecturers are sat in their offices sniggering at the fact that they’re making us watch this tripe.
As I’m pretty certain what films I’m going to write on for my assessments, the rest of the term doesn’t seem too important to me at the moment, especially when I’m feeling as despondent about the module as I am now. When I consider spending 2 hours on Thursday afternoon discussing what I’ve just had to watch, I want to eat my own face. I went an entire term without missing a class. I return and suddenly my work ethic has gone and with regards to German cinema, I can pretty much assure you that it ain’t coming back! If I could drop it, I would without a second thought.