This is virtually impossible to critique: it’s like something “Monty Python” left on the cutting room floor after an awful lot of schnapps. It’s basically just a series of eccentricities filmed and set to a score as random as the pictures for an half an hour that makes virtually no sense at all. It might have helped if I’d seen his “Solo” from a year earlier, but I doubt it as we follow the antics of two musicians - Karlheinz Böttner and Alfred Feussner as they maraud round the city from it’s war memorial to it’s subway stations, usually toting a guitar as they travel and not averse to causing some havoc as they go. The photography is often completely abstract and stitched together in quite an intriguingly eclectic fashion that makes this oddly entertaining to follow for a while. The snag for me was that that “while” ran out long before the film did, and even at only twenty-five minutes I was a bit bored by the lack of structure, or purpose, to the whole thing. I admit that I don’t do surreal very well so maybe am not the target audience for this, but though it is worth a quick look, I doubt I’ll ever recall it, nor watch it again.