After years of going their separate ways, a small group of aging hippies reconvenes in their backwater hometown to bury one of their own. The setup is almost identical with Barabara Albert's "Fallen", but for writer-director Friedemann Fromm the funeral is only a stepping stone on his way to an intricate heist that brings out the worst in his characters. To begin with, the deceased was a madcap motorist gunned down while riding his bike at full speed. The mourners - a police detective, a jewelry dealer, a sculptor, a writer, and a barmaid - make a motley crew, and they all have some unfinished business with each other. An intriguing plot reminiscent of "Wild Things" unfolds, but the experience is completely ruined by the dialog. It sounds like a pubescent 1980s fantasy of grown-up macho talk. In fact, the entire movie wears its coolness like an ill-fitting suit. Fine performance by Jürgen Vogel as a suicidal loner. Marie Bäumer's talent and grace are largely wasted on the part of Maggie, an aging rock chick trying to be in everybody's wet dream. She really should have gotten the title role in Josef Rusnak's upcoming Romy Schneider biopic, rather than that sweet-faced songbird they cast for the part.
