
A definitive 5.5/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Hermine und die sieben Aufrechten remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you have a high tolerance for old-school European melodrama and don’t mind movies that move like a snail in winter, you might dig this. If you need pacing, excitement, or anything that doesn't smell like mothballs, stay far away. It feels like a stage play that got lost on its way to a theater.
The whole thing is basically about seven old dudes clinging to their friendship. It’s sweet, I guess, but it’s also stifling. They meet up, talk about the world outside, and look very serious. Honestly, it made me miss the chaotic energy of Gabriel Over the White House. At least that movie had some teeth.
So, the merchant’s daughter falls for the tailor’s son. It’s the classic Romeo and Juliet vibe, but with more knitting and polite disagreements. You can almost see the gears grinding when the parents find out. Everyone acts so shocked. It’s like they’ve never seen a teenager have a crush before.
There’s this one scene where they’re all sitting around a table, and the tension is supposed to be palpable. Instead, I just found myself staring at the wall pattern behind them. It’s distracting. Maybe that’s on purpose? Probably not.
It’s not bad, just... very, very quiet. It has a similar energy to So Red the Rose in how it handles its period setting, but without the sweeping scale. It’s intimate, for better or worse. Mostly for worse, because I kept wanting them to just go outside and do something besides talk about their feelings.
Honestly, watching this feels like sitting in a living room while your grandparents explain a family argument from 1952. You nod, you eat the cookies, and you wait for it to be over. 🍪