This simple story — bourgeois wife/mother goes going mad starts taking pills — is made interesting in two ways. First is the subtle performance of the striking Margit Carstensen (how do you say “hubba hubba” in German?) and second is, I admit, for a silly reason. . .70s kitsch. But REAL 70s kitsch. The patterns on the wall paper are madly clashing with the pattern on the couch so violently you need a pair of sunglasses. The German men have unwashed, greasy hair and porn star mustaches. And when they wear bathing suits — look out! Best is Margit Carstensen looking for five minutes of peace with her giant hi-fi headphones, listening to New Skin For The Old Ceremony and Their Satanic Majesties Request. Is it a good movie on its own? Probably not. Maybe. I dunno. But I watched the whole thing late at night without falling asleep — that’s saying something.