Victoria

The amazing dynamic and confident direction by Sebastian Schipper can sure be felt in this movie. When the film starts with the opening scene in the dance club, I was absolutely satisfied. It’s an exact description of the Berlin club scene including music that fits the situation. It’s a small thing, but I really care about the way electronic music is depicted in movies. The thing is that filmmakers often include illogical stuff in their dance club scenes and in that case any semblance of realism is immediately lost for me. Anyways, as much as I liked the music (not only the electronic music in the club, the whole soundtrack is pretty dope), the protagonist Victoria ruined the whole thing. I mean Laia Costa’s portrayal of the character is pretty believable, but you be the judges of this. Victoria is a young and talented girl who has been working as a waitress in Berlin for a couple of months. She lives day to day, she doesn’t have to worry about work too much, she just wants to have fun. She goes clubbing to this joint where all of the sudden she meets a group of people who at first made me think that they were going to drag her somewhere over to the Berlin Wall, rape her and discard her body on a pile of garbage. I mean some girls can be pretty naïve and dance club girls tend to be the most naïve of them all. But she manages to keep up with them. She enjoys an interesting night with them, finds out a couple of personal things about them – it would have messed me up to find out what she did… well and then they rope her into a robbery that they only suggest indirectly. But since she is a young and bored European chick, she decides to help these guys that she has only known for like three hours. The whole thing is so incredibly naïve that I don’t know where to start. But thanks to the phenomenal direction, I give the flick three stars. I would’ve given four, but only if Victoria wasn’t as dumb as a box of rocks. (2019-01-20)

For a concept involving the authentic night-time doings of a few characters in ordinary locations of Berlin, 140 minutes is a lot. The first half of this film drags a bit in exceedingly trivial scenes and dialogue. But what happens later is all the more surprising and gripping, especially if you know nothing at all about the plot. The troubles come in hints, and we suspect and fear them because the protagonist doesn’t deserve them. This is a very well made, emotive and thoroughly intensifying “one-shot” film with good acting performances. (2022-08-28)

I probably didn’t get the film’s message, hence the low rating. When I found out it had over 70%, my jaw dropped so low it almost broke my toe. From my point of view, it’s a movie about a stupid girl, who after leaving a nightclub joins four drunk Germans. When they don't gangrape her within the first five minutes, she’s so thrilled that she joins them in a robbery and child kidnapping. The movie would be too short, so the filmmakers shrewdly filled it with pointlessly long scenes in which nothing happens. I don’t see any point in philosophizing about the influence of disco music on the development of characters, so this is the end of my review. (2016-11-21)

(BE2CAN, Lucerna) A very intensive experience, likeable characters, a high degree of credibility and form that leaves you flabbergasted. For me, by far the best of this year’s Be2Can: it wasn’t too brooding, didn’t have any snobbish answer to existential questions, it even had a plot! And it got an applause, wow! (2015-10-18)

Like Birdman, Victoria fails to convince us that the one-shot approach is anything more than a way to show off (the director likes to boast in interviews that, unlike Iñárritu, he didn’t use “invisible” digital editing and managed to get the whole film down on the third attempt with the actors after ten days of rehearsals). That said, it starts promisingly. Despite the seeming spontaneity, a clear plan and consideration for the viewer can be perceived behind the construction of the plot. All of the main characters are introduced to us during the lively prologue and we can easily remember them thanks to their nicknames. A clever safeguard against occasional slips of the tongue and hesitations is the fact that most of the characters don’t speak their native languages for a large part of the film, so they sometimes have to search for the right expression for a moment. On the roof, potential conflict is indicated by drawing attention to Boxer’s criminal past. In the café, the relationship between Victoria and Sonne is deepened through authentically intimate dialogue, legitimising the girl’s subsequent decision to join in the action to come. When the narrative begins to conform to familiar genre formulas, it loses steam and nearly all of its potential to somehow surprise us. One cliché follows another (the need to find a substitute accomplice, the engine failing to start, the gunshot wound not revealed until long after the impact), the absolute majority of scenes last longer than is necessary, the initially rather likable characters behave increasingly like idiots (which, from a certain moment should clearly be partially explained by the fact that they are under the influence of drugs), and the predictable ending is delayed by a number of unnecessary feints that in no way deepen the characters’ psychology or expand the film’s slight intellectual foundations. Despite the impressive technical execution (the cinematographer rightly gets priority over the director in the closing credits) and the skilful guidance of our attention by alternating between greater and lesser depth of focus, the film is not engaging enough to work as an example of intense “experiential” cinema, nor is it suitably rich in motifs or appropriately specific in the setting or characters (the protagonists barely have enough character traits for a two-and-a-half-hour film) to be taken as a statement about today’s multicultural Berlin or Generation Y. Victoria has bigger ambitions and a bigger budget, but in the end, it’s an admirable failure. (2015-10-09)