The premise of the movie: Matthias Schweighöfer is a cute guy, and somehow people are willing to pay cold cash to see a movie where he gets his girl. Here, he has donated at a sperm bank to earn a bit of cash, then he decides that he wants to meet the future biological mother who has, ahem, difficult to put this in a civilised manner, profited from his donation. Of course, she's an attractive, high-powered TV anchorwoman who falls for the charming slacker (wonderful contrast between a modern working girl and a male airhead here, which allows women watching this to emphazise with the female character and feel good about themselves) when she sees, in several stomach-curdling scenes, that he's good with kids and that. At this point we find out that our hero has had a traumatic past, which is dutifully resolved for the closing scene.
This was my first movie with Schweighöfer, who is kind of a younger version of Til Schweiger. I promise to stay clear of his movies so that you won't have to read any more nasty slatings, OK darlings? The movie is set in Munich, and if you're vaguely familiar with the city it's funny to note how incongruently the locations are strung together (e. g. a supposedly short bicycle ride starts in the north of the city, then we're suddenly in the south, then in the north again). That's not a negative, I'm just observing. Some of the supporting actors, such as the male lead's brother Ralph (Tom Beck) are quite good and have memorable lines ("He's not the right guy for her." -- "What?" -- "Have you noticed how his earlobes are attached to his head?" -- "And?" -- "He's a marked man, I'll say no more") and offer some relief from Schweighöfer. The camera-work is far too slick for my taste, there is always a spotlight aimed at the hairdos even when the scene takes place at night in Antactica, and the images have been Photoshopped.
Usually I'd say five out of ten. But I suspect my girlfriend fancies Schweighöfer. So I say four out of ten.
This was my first movie with Schweighöfer, who is kind of a younger version of Til Schweiger. I promise to stay clear of his movies so that you won't have to read any more nasty slatings, OK darlings? The movie is set in Munich, and if you're vaguely familiar with the city it's funny to note how incongruently the locations are strung together (e. g. a supposedly short bicycle ride starts in the north of the city, then we're suddenly in the south, then in the north again). That's not a negative, I'm just observing. Some of the supporting actors, such as the male lead's brother Ralph (Tom Beck) are quite good and have memorable lines ("He's not the right guy for her." -- "What?" -- "Have you noticed how his earlobes are attached to his head?" -- "And?" -- "He's a marked man, I'll say no more") and offer some relief from Schweighöfer. The camera-work is far too slick for my taste, there is always a spotlight aimed at the hairdos even when the scene takes place at night in Antactica, and the images have been Photoshopped.
Usually I'd say five out of ten. But I suspect my girlfriend fancies Schweighöfer. So I say four out of ten.