“Do you like strawberries? They help you forget your problems,” Andi Werner (Max Riemelt)
BERLIN SYNDROME is not particular intellectual, but films about female abuse at the hands of guys are still so few yet tragically relevant. It should be a genre all of its own. Obsession, possessiveness, hypocrisy are ripe for continued discussion. BERLIN SYNDROME, though, is no ROOM. The latter is tightly constructed, believable, and has some form of catharsis to offset the unrelenting grimness. BERLIN SYNDROME however does not particularly grip, does not analyse, and feels padded. At 117 minutes, the runtime is not utilised effectively, and you notice it.
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