Either the 'director' doesn't know how to tell stories or she takes herself too seriously. Actually, it is both, indeed. This is a disjointed movie that does not make any sense by the end, to a surprising ending that might explain its structure. Not only are there no characters to identify with whatsoever, as good stories have, the dialogues are overdone, senseless, and intended to dare, perhaps, the audience to go beyond what is said, but actually, they are empty. This piece of rubbish is a very personal waste of loads of money, with the excuse of being art. It is very likely the 'director' is projecting herself through the quite unlikable character of the mother. If she wanted to portray german society as sad, neurotic, flat people, she definitely succeeded. This movie, or whatever it is, is what happens in industrialized countries where people have so much they don't know what to do with it and themselves; they make absurdity and call it art and even award it with the silver bear! Unglaublich! Needless to say. DO NOT WASTE YOUR TIME...
Review of I Was at Home, But...
