Beware novel psychological therapies from Austria: You never know where they may lead.
Sort of like Mary Poppins, but with extra lashings of fragrant Orientalism.
Nobody, in fact, takes much interest in anyone else.
‘The Light’Frederic Batier, X_Verleih
Then there is Maya, the cleaner who dies, unnoticed, while mopping the Engels kitchen floor.
Nobody here deserves particular censure.
Al-Deen retains a dignified reserve that rises above the silliness of her characters supposed spiritual gift.
Tykwer himself seems to have singled her out for particularly punishing scrutiny.
Blaming mothers: always a safe bet.
