Rosa eats a sandwich whilst Karl's playing a piano.
Karl eats a sandwich whilst Rosa's trying to play a piano.
Rosa tries to nip off a piece of a piano whilst Karl's making himself a sandwich.
Karl's eating a sandwich whilst Rosa renews a piano.
Rosa's making herself a sandwich whilst Karl plays a renewed piano.
Karl's looking out the window, sees a car with buns, walks down to the street, takes one.
Rosa's eating her sandwich and all the remaining ingredients.
Karl is not coming back.
Rosa agonizingly pondering what to make Karl a sandwich from when he'll return.
However, Karl does not return.
Rosa looking out the window, sees a car with buns, feels that her stomach is full.
Karl is yet not coming back.
Rose goes out into the street, she is greeted by a snotty brat with his right hand raised at an angle of 135 degrees.
.. And Then There Were None.
It's not a good or 'big' movie. If it were a comedy, value would have increased significantly. If it were Zukova in role of Liebknecht, for example. You shouldn't even stutter about the tragicomedy.
Exemplary 'historical' drama, rather mediocre. 'Historical' in meaning of your Grandma's buns. With the prefix "melo-" - just a prefix, not an independent, equal part of the word. Melody is lacking.
Kind of 'redemption' could be a bit speculative correlation between nine Rosa Luxemburg's imprisonments (although Barbara Zukova is still represented here, just like in "The Last King of Scotland" - there's only Forest Whitaker, not Idi Amin) and widespread and actively fueled for symbolic, mystical and in all the 'occult' (o\accidentally-cultural) myth of the nine symphonies.
One of the cases when, haven't skip a frame, only to conclude that it was, is and will "not worth the time."
Karl eats a sandwich whilst Rosa's trying to play a piano.
Rosa tries to nip off a piece of a piano whilst Karl's making himself a sandwich.
Karl's eating a sandwich whilst Rosa renews a piano.
Rosa's making herself a sandwich whilst Karl plays a renewed piano.
Karl's looking out the window, sees a car with buns, walks down to the street, takes one.
Rosa's eating her sandwich and all the remaining ingredients.
Karl is not coming back.
Rosa agonizingly pondering what to make Karl a sandwich from when he'll return.
However, Karl does not return.
Rosa looking out the window, sees a car with buns, feels that her stomach is full.
Karl is yet not coming back.
Rose goes out into the street, she is greeted by a snotty brat with his right hand raised at an angle of 135 degrees.
.. And Then There Were None.
It's not a good or 'big' movie. If it were a comedy, value would have increased significantly. If it were Zukova in role of Liebknecht, for example. You shouldn't even stutter about the tragicomedy.
Exemplary 'historical' drama, rather mediocre. 'Historical' in meaning of your Grandma's buns. With the prefix "melo-" - just a prefix, not an independent, equal part of the word. Melody is lacking.
Kind of 'redemption' could be a bit speculative correlation between nine Rosa Luxemburg's imprisonments (although Barbara Zukova is still represented here, just like in "The Last King of Scotland" - there's only Forest Whitaker, not Idi Amin) and widespread and actively fueled for symbolic, mystical and in all the 'occult' (o\accidentally-cultural) myth of the nine symphonies.
One of the cases when, haven't skip a frame, only to conclude that it was, is and will "not worth the time."