Die Theorie von Allem

Positive: Beautiful black and withe cinematography, mixing 50's -60's edition. Comparable to some Hollywood classics. The music also feeds the atmosphere with this noirish style.

Negative: The storytelling. From the first scene, the director gives away the ending. The viewer knows the conclusion, and not only because it's a well explored subject in recent times, but because the main character say it. There are also characters that are totally irrelevant to the story. The director decides to smash the relationship between the 2 "main characters", to then explore the final days of the protagonist, which is also irrelevant, because we know it from the beginning.

A good idea, poorly written/directed.

The Universal Theory: Quantum Mechanics, The Many Worlds theory; Travelers from Parallel Earths, a convention in the Swiss Alps in 1962, all combine to create a fascinating Science Fiction Mystery Thriller. Some have complained that the plot is impenetrable and doesn't entirely hold together but I reckon if they pay closer attention they will realise that some apparent inconsistencies are due to characters flitting between different universes. Some changes are small, in others deaths are reversed. The presence of doppelgangers is important to the unfolding of the narrative as is a love story which transcends parallel universes. Filmed in sparkling monochrome this film could be a homage to many thrillers of the '50s and 60s with scenes lovingly lifted from them. Hitchcock meets Welles with a soupcon of Lynch and a dash of Kubrick. The mountain scenery and snow adds to the film's allure. Directed by Timm Kröger,from a screenplay by Kröger & Roderick Warich. 8/10.

It's not that often that a German-language film makes it into competition at the Venice Film Festival. The German director Timm KRÖGER, who was born in Itzehoe in 1985, succeeded in this this year. His film THE THEORY OF EVERYTHING is a shocker, illustrated in black and white cinemascope, that is extremely unusual and has a long-lasting impact in its intensity.

In a framework we see a seemingly typical talk show appearance from 1974: The author Johannes Leinert (Jan BÜLOW) presents his debut novel THE THEORY OF EVERYTHING. Apparently this is his own story, which is said to have happened twelve years earlier. Johannes of the year 1962 is on the way to a physics conference in the Swiss Alps with his doctoral supervisor (Hanns ZISCHLER). Once there, everything was delayed because the well-known physicist from Tehran was not yet allowed to leave. The scientists spend their time in the snow more often than not. Johannes meets a mysterious pianist (Olivia ROSS) who knows a surprising amount about him and his youth. When one of the professors (Gottfried BREITFUSS) is found dead and horribly mutilated, events take on increasingly mysterious features...

In beautiful images, Timm KRÖGER unfolds a stylish homage to film history and at the same time delivers an impressive puzzle with the passage of time in the 20th century. How all of this is connected is left to the interpretation of the individual viewer. The form and image design are based on German-language film history at the beginning of the 1960s, without neglecting international influences. In addition to cinematic role models such as HITCHCOCK and RESNAIS, one should also think of literary role models from KAFKA to Thomas MANN (DER ZAUBERBERG / THE MAGIC MOUNTAIN) to Friedrich DÜRRENMATT (DIE PHYSIKER / THE PHYSICS). But genre film influences from the Edgar Wallace films that were so popular at the time can also be seen. How well director KRÖGER knows film history is also shown in the treat that Johannes' novel is being filmed under the title LA TEORIA DEL TUTTO by the Roman Cinecitta, which was Hollywood's biggest challenger in those days. It is also wonderful that the exceptional German director Dominik GRAF (DIE KATZE / DIE SIEGER / FABIAN: GOING TO THE DOGS) was able to be won over as the narrator.

This film is extremely enjoyable, but may be too scattered and aimless for some moviegoers. But Timm KRÖGER has definitely achieved a great success, which once again shows us today's filmgoers the almost inexplicable fragmentation of world events in the 20th century. A film like this really comes at the right time!

Aspiring physicist "Johannes" (Jan Bülow) is traveling with his tutor "Strathen" (Hanns Zischler) to a conference in Switzerland, aware that his rather radical thinking has narked his professor who wishes him to conform to more established theories. Indeed things are distinctly tense between them when they encounter "Blumberg" (Gottfried Breitfuss) on their train. He has some past with "Strathen" which isn't exactly friendly, but they continue their journey together with the young man promised any help he needs to get his dissertation over the line. Once they arrive, "Johannes" gets caught up in one of the many storms that frequent their mountainside hotel and seeks refuge in a church. Likewise, a few moments later, does "Karin" (Olivia Ross). He's immediately smitten but she doesn't hang around for long enough to even exchange names. Luckily for him, she happens to play the piano in the hotel's jazz bar and so maybe a meeting can happen after all? It's almost simultaneous with their arrival that he starts to feel distinctively out-of-sorts. A sense of déjà-vu often seems to follow him as he feels he has met her before somewhere. Her bauhaus vacillates between the distant and (very) friendly, which he doesn't really comprehend either. Also, his timelines seem to be jumping about and when the avuncular "Blumberg" falls foul of a tragedy his befuddlement takes on an whole new life of it's own? What is going on here? It's as if the mountain has it's own secrets to keep? Is it all just too much wine? Or is there something more sinister going on? His is a mind of the rational and the scientific - ill equipped for matters ethereal or superstitious, so when the police come calling asking questions about the enigmatic "Karin", what can he make of it all? There are some quite intriguing threads to the story, here, as it tries to intertwine the factual with the less easily explicable and the snowscapes, frosty characterisation of "Strathen" and monochrome presentation add effectively chilling elements as the plot reveals a sense of the we know that we are missing something, but we don't know what it is, and we might never know. Unfortunately, Bülow is a bit weak to carry this off, and the annoyingly fragmented story flits about too much to give us chance to really get our teeth into it. Sure, it's quirky, unpredictable and requires us to think on more than one plain at a time, but I found it just didn't give me enough pitons to climb the mountain without sliding down far too often to square one. It does look good and does remind us that perhaps science hasn't all the answers, but I left feeling a little like "Johannes". Bemused.

It's actually a pity, the initial idea is quite appealing and the title and the advertising strategy have aroused great expectations. However, the film gets lost in a long series of quotes, stylistic devices and plot patterns, which were borrowed or copied from the works of famous directors. Thus, despite many mysteries and twists, the story becomes more and more predictable, and thus more disappointing. Unfortunately, the film completely lacks its own cinematic language, which would be necessary to remember the film as an independent work. As it is, however, it remains only as a thoroughly successful homage to Aldrich, Polanski, Lynch, Hitchcock, Truffaut, and, and, ... in memory.

The film is most convincing in its image composition, the black and white photography is beautiful, followed by the excellent actors. What the film would certainly have scored with is almost not used at all: quantum mechanics is only briefly mentioned, and the main character's groundbreaking theory is never explained, although it seems to be the key to the story. Instead, the emphasis is entirely on confusing the emotions, leaving many interesting possibilities for interpretation. The story never builds up to the great mystery that the title implies and becomes more and more annoying and shallow towards the end. What remains is a visually splendidly made film that is strangely conservative in the end.