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Wolfgang MurnbergerScenario:
Wolf HaasCamera:
Peter von HallerMuziek:
Wolfgang FrischActeurs:
Josef Bierbichler, Birgit Minichmayr, Stipe Erceg, Dorka Gryllus, Josef Hader, Christoph Luser, Edita Malovcic, Simon Schwarz, Gerti Drassl, Ivan Shvedoff (meer)Samenvattingen(1)
Horvath has disappeared. The final leasing instalments on his car haven't been paid and this is why he must be found. Brenner accepts his old friend Berti's lousy assignment and sets off on a long journey into the country. A forwarding address leads him to a fast food restaurant where, every week, thousands of bony remains of Viennese breaded fried chicken are left behind. These leftovers are ground into bone meal and added to the chickenfeed of future generations of fried poultry. No sooner does Brenner arrive on the scene than events come to a head. Horvath is still missing. So too is his car – although Brenner did at least catch a glimpse of it. Brenner begins to fall in love with kitchen manager Birgit, who is unfortunately married to the restaurant manager's son. Brenner asks him to find out where the money goes that his Dad takes out of the till. It winds up in the hands of a prostitute in Bratislava – and in those of a pimp who is blackmailing the old man on account of a hushed up misdemeanour. The old restaurateur decides to add the pimp to his in-house food chain, and Brenner is asked to abduct the prostitute from Bratislava. No sooner does he return from his business trip, than things begin to get decidedly difficult for Brenner. The masked ball is in full swing at the village hall and the villagers – comfortably anonymous behind their masks – are letting it all hang out. Meanwhile, there's lovemaking and murder going on down in the cellar. And then, all of a sudden, Berti appears. In the end there are corpses swinging in the cellar and wailing women – and Brenner's just glad that he didn't lose his head. (Berlinale)
(meer)Recensie (2)
I was tempted to pop five stars on this for the subtle but genuinely funny black humor and the surprisingly funny ending. But I still can't get over the hero's motivations, because the blonde girl was really ugly (supposedly a young buxom waitress... I'd like to see the girlfriend of the distributor who had the nerve to write that). And where did Mr. Horvath hide, anyway? ;)
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A nice Austrian mix in the style of the Coen brothers. There is at times some truly dark humor in the film about a secret room under a house and a guy who grinds up a couple of Russian pimps due to some bad luck and an excess of love. An irresistibly lax ex-policeman and many other bizarre people of all kinds get involved in the story. I was quite annoyed by the fact that while the subtitle sequence is exclusive, The Bone Man sometimes slips unnecessarily into visual routine. The film’s bar is raised by both the acting and, above all, the syndrome of "Austrian cellaring", i.e., malignant brutalities that flourish under the combed surface of normal citizens. Haneke analyzes this syndrome, Murnberger plays with it in the spirit of postmodern interest in decline, and yet we can also find elements of social satire in his film. I really did enjoy the film. However, the feeling that the film is not nearly as radical and abnormal as it should have been persists in me.
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