Tagebuch des Verführers

I thought Chiara Mastroianni looked like her mother on the vhs cover. On film, she looks just like dad. There is no other reason to see this film. Her character, Claire, spends too much time ringing doorbells that don't get answered by half-baked passive characters stuck in a less than half-baked movie.

I don't know why Soren Kierkeggard is given a writing credit on this movie because the story line is not at all the storyline from his "Diary of the Seducer" nor are even the names the same (Johannes de Silento? Cordelia?, nor the setting, nor the grappling with Hegelian dialectics, nor is anything at all similar to K.'s wonderful strange essay in Either/Or. It is one thing to tweak some areas of the story, like Romeo and Juliet in Westside Story (which does not cite "Shakespeare" as the writer), but this is just silly. And "doing" philosophy, or "talking about" philosophy does not make you a character in a historical/ philosophical work.

I really do think someone should make a movie based on Kierkegaard's work, but it is a little disingenuous to claim that this is a movie based on the essay.

Of course some people think Caddyshack is the most philosophical movie of all time.