As the film went by, I was telling myself:
"This people talk like Coen characters."
Then, I realized how inept everyone was and how, technically, nothing really happened even though there were consequences.
Early on, I was also feeling like I was watching a Spielberg movie, especially with those masterful transitions early on - which were dropped out in favor of melodrama... just like a Spielberg movie!
Then the credits rolled out and the movie my mom described as "the new Tom Hanks one" became a Spielberg-Coen effort.
And I loved it.
This turned out to be a surprisingly competent movie about a lot of nothingness which made no sense.
You could argue this is sort of a PSA about how writing is cool, but the fact that they can churn out a whole novel (even a Goosebumps-sized novel) is preposterous. I've been there. You cannot do it.
If I was supposed to sympathize with any of the characters in this film, then I am definitely not the target audience for 'The Baader Meinhof Complex' since the only guy I cared for was Bruno Ganz's Horst Herold. He seemed to be the only individual in the whole film that used his brain.
If I was supposed to be interested in the complex reasons behind the…