Run, Lola, Run
More a student film experiment than a real movie, "Run, Lola, Run" was probably spawned by a couple of people sitting around a table trying to figure out how they could turn a 20-page script into a feature-length film.
"Run, Lola, Run," is basically the same film done three slightly different ways, which reminded me of Hal Hartley's "Flirt," another film that bored audiences to tears. In this one, Lola (Franka Potente) has 20 minutes to get 100,000 marks to her boyfriend, Manni (Moritz Bleibtreu), before he robs a market. The first time certain things happen, she gets to Manni on time, and there's a certain result. The second time, she runs into all the same people with slightly different results and the ending is different. The third time, different differences, different ending, film over.
There are these scenes between the mini-movies in which Lola and Manni are lying in bed, which I couldn't quite figure out. Are they dreaming the sequences? The best explanation would seem to be that director Tom Tykwer is having a self-indulgent good time manipulating his little make-believe universe.
There's such a manic quality to this film that as you sit in the theater you start to wonder whether the pimply-faced little loser who served up your $3.75 Coke didn't slip something "special" into it. I guess I'm supposed to appreciate the incredible possibilities of life by watching "Run, Lola, Run." Unfortunately, I was trapped in the theater with but one phrase on my mind: Run, Cranky, run.
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