What I have seen of Godard's film is the oft emulated "Madison" scene, which Fassbinder lifts with aplomb. A sleazy underground bar and Schygulla, grinning from ear to ear, letting loose on the dance floor. Magnetism personified.
I have to say though, that scene and the opening (where Schygulla panders to her mother's expectations over the phone while smoking in her underwear) were the most memorable here. Outside this, Michael König and Günther Kaufmann's buddy antics are laughable (which is good for the breeziness of the film, I suppose) and don't amount to much. There's a touch of economic realism as they parade past the various potential backers for their farming scheme (a cover for their intended treasure hunt), and Fassbinder loves a dry joke. He certainly has one at their expense.
I've not much more to say. I know my comments here have been very Schygulla, Schygulla, Schygulla, but since Katzelmacher, I've had a thing for her and she shines here amongst the less than inspiring surroundings. She's the real treasure.
Not overly inspiring but the completist in me is happy now.
Next up: Whity...
This post contributes to Director Focus: Rainer Werner Fassbinder II.
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