Schultze Gets the Blues (2003)

Director:

Michael Schorr

Writer:

Michael Schorr (writer)

Release Date:

22 April 2004 (Germany)

Genre:

Comedy | Drama | Music

Tagline:

It's never too late to re-tune your soul

Plot:

Schultze is an accordion player and newly without work. When the local music club celebrates its 50th anniversary, his taste of music changes unexpectedly.

Plot Keywords:

Zydeco | Bayou | Houseboat | Accordion | Blues Music

Awards:

11 wins & 5 nominations

Cast

Horst Krause	...	Schultze
Harald Warmbrunn	...	Jürgen
Karl-Fred Müller	...	Manfred
Ursula Schucht	...	Jürgen's Wife
Hannelore Schubert	...	Manfred's Wife
Erwin Meinicke	...	Skatspieler
Hans Hohmann	...	Skatspieler
Siegfried Zimmermann	...	Skatspieler
Maik Gustävel	...	Automaten-Monteur
Annegret Fritz	...	Wirtin
Wolfgang Boos	...	Gatekeeper
Werner Boche	...	Rasenpfleger
Dora Solter	...	Dame
Anna Spengler	...	Dame
Erika Kirchhof	...	Dame

MPAA:

Rated PG for mild language.

Runtime:

114 min | Argentina:114 min (Mar del Plata Film Festival)

Country:

Germany

Language:

German | English | French

Color:

Color

Aspect Ratio:

1.85 : 1

Sound Mix:

Dolby Digital

Certification:

Switzerland:12 (canton of Zurich) | Canada:PG (Ontario) | Australia:PG | Germany:o.Al. | Netherlands:AL | USA:PG | Argentina:Atp | Sweden:7

Filming Locations:

Germany

Company:

Filmkombinat

Goofs:

Crew or equipment visible: In one of the dancing scenes, a crewmember runs across the screen as the camera follows the elderly dancing couples.

Quotes:

Captain Kirk: [while hooking up Schultze's boat] I'm captain Kirk.

Movie Connections:

References Superman (1978)

Soundtrack:

Danza del Juego de amor

Many subtle layers

I loved this movie. First of all there's the surface. Schultze is just so goddammed lovable. He pulls you in. Then there are the layers. And there are so many.

The juxtapositions. Schultze riding his bicycle on one side of the screen and the dirt bikers buzzing over the top of slag heaps on the other. His small garden house, a little Eden, overshadowed, of course, by a very large and nearly ancient slag heap.

Then the odd wanderlust. The woman at his mother's nursing home who insists she's French despite the fact that she's in a nursing home in East Germany. Followed by his sojourn to Louisiana, which insists on being French despite the fact that it's in America. Did he go there looking for her?

Then the premonitions. Early on a brief sound bite on the radio about lung cancer. Then near the end, he's offered a meal of crabs in the bayou. "Ja, Krebs," he says. Krebs means cancer in German. And he was a miner, so worked every day breathing radon. Did he have cancer?

And of course the music. An accordionist who plays the local polka, he picks up zydeco by ear and loves it. But his fellow Germans don't like it, and they're even less interested in the US. In fact he stops playing after he gets to America. They want polka even more than the Germans do, albeit a strange American kind that includes yodeling.

Then the unspoken. So much of this story is told by pictures, not dialog. It's a subtlety that Hollywood has completely lost touch with. It's so refreshing to see it again.

This movie is a delight. I defy anyone to dislike it. There's something of An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge in it, but it's not quite that facile.

It's a quiet tour de force. I want more.