It's 1999. An Indian nuclear satellite is threatening to crash and party girl Claire Tourneur (Solveig Dommartin) couldn't care less. The narrator Eugene Fitzpatrick (Sam Neill) is one of many men whom she had left behind. She gets into a car crash with two guys who robbed a bank in Nice and drives them for a share of the money. On the way to delivering the cash, she picks up Trevor McPhee (William Hurt) who is on the run from an armed man. After dropping him off, she goes to stay with Eugene in Paris and discovers that Trevor had taken some of the money. She pursues him to Berlin. She hires private detective Phillip Winter. Trevor is actually Sam Farber chased by bounty hunters and governments.
The story is a meandering mess. The people don't really make sense. There are motivational problems. The plot wanders around the globe. Somebody should have taken the script back for a major rewrite. Director Wim Wenders is more interested in creating a near-futurist world which isn't that visually compelling anyways. This is a multi-lingual, Euro-epic of a sci-fi thriller but it's too long and too convoluted. It's too boring to be a fun bad movie.
The story is a meandering mess. The people don't really make sense. There are motivational problems. The plot wanders around the globe. Somebody should have taken the script back for a major rewrite. Director Wim Wenders is more interested in creating a near-futurist world which isn't that visually compelling anyways. This is a multi-lingual, Euro-epic of a sci-fi thriller but it's too long and too convoluted. It's too boring to be a fun bad movie.