Though it won last year's Max Ophuls screenplay prize, the pretentiously angst-laden tangle of character minidramas Michael Proehl has penned for "Let the Cat out of the Bag" make it a less auspicious feature debut for him than for Florian Schwarz's competent if unremarkable helming.
Though it won last year’s Max Ophuls screenplay prize, the pretentiously angst-laden tangle of character minidramas Michael Proehl has penned for “Let the Cat out of the Bag” make it a less auspicious feature debut for him than for Florian Schwarz’s competent if unremarkable helming. This lonely-people-in-the-night tale, with unimpressive stabs at outre sexual content, is too self-consciously contrived to merit more than modest small-screen exposure. Still, chief personnel acquit themselves professionally enough to make this an OK calling card.
After beating up and robbing a married man who propositioned him — something the movie seems rather to approve of — handsome Karl (Christoph Bach) hops a train, where he meets Doris (Jule Bowe). They must be made for each other, since they’re both the sort of alienated folks who’ll rifle though each other’s belongings when a back is turned. Karl trails her to the Leipzig karaoke bar where she works. He picks up another girl on a bet, and she carries on an ambiguous relationship with much-older Ralf (Walter Kreye). Various other depressing or sordid things happen, sans the writing depth or character backgrounding to make them meaningful. Tech aspects are adequate.