Everyone Else [Alle Anderen]|
Maren Ade, 2009
So Gitti is dating Chris, and Chris has an acquaintance named Hans, and
Hans is married to Sana. That means that Sana is, to Gitti, just some
random. The four of them are chatting after dinner, and Sana tells the
others about the "crazy dream" she'd had the night before —
something about a giraffe. "I was so afraid!" she says, but Gitti is
unimpressed and makes a catty remark about the dream's lack of profundity.
The others are irked by her bad manners, which is understandable. But
it's also understandable why Gitti might feel that way. What's more
boring than some random person's dream?
Sana is pregnant. To her and her husband, this is world-shaking news.
Their lives are about to be utterly transformed. But over a hundred
million babies are born every year. There is little that is more
commonplace than some random couple having a child. One thing that
does qualify is some random couple breaking up, which is what Everyone
Else is about. The movie begins with Gitti telling Chris's niece, who
seems to dislike her, that "if you can't stand someone, me for example,
it's not all that bad. It's only bad if you don't tell me. Because then I
don't even know if it's something I can change or not." Gitti and Chris
then spend two hours of screen time going through the rituals of being a
couple while clumsily trying to get a feel for whether the other one has
fallen out of love. From the reviews I've read, those who really liked
this film have mainly been impressed by observations it makes about
deteriorating relationships that they recognize from life but haven't seen
in a movie before. But while I too have been in a deteriorating
relationship, the details were different enough that there were no real
shock-of-recognition moments here. And the movie didn't give me any
reason to care about these people — they weren't likeable or
even interesting. It was two random people breaking up. Undoubtedly very
important to those people, but to me, not so much.
Anyway, I gotta go hop over to my minutiae page now and write about this
dream I had.
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