Don't YOU just love B movies? And bad B movies? And bad B movies' bad reviews? I did particularly enjoy the one triumphantly declaring that "the haters," this elusive evil cabal seemingly in charge of IMDb, are wrong; and they are, but for all the wrong reasons. Yes, the flick's ideas are solid but they are divided (hey!) by its atrocious execution.
Atrocity? You bet your sweet Horrorfilm und Existenzialisten-Philosophen loving Ass this indeed is yet another certified German production. The Divide is, I quote German Wikipedia in Order to match the Mood, about eine atomare Explosion über New York and der New York City Straße Hauskomplex Gruppe finding themelves under Hausmeister Mickey's (Michael Biehn) not so nice Leadership. Many of the Menschen (Milo Ventimiglia, Michael Eklund) and Mädchens (Lauren German, Rosanna Arquette) do not handle this Divide quite well and, long story short, Hilarity ensues! Or, something close to it, as the Situation puts einer Gruppe von Personen in einer postatomaren Isolationssituation. Wow, sure did get cold in here super fast!
Mr. Gens' French façade aside, The Divide (or "Die Hölle") is one of *those* closeted cerebral, German-esque realist-expressionist, profoundly European, das-ist-nicht-wunderbar crypto-arthouse projects in drag backed by clueless Nord-Amerikanische producers always happy to wade through sewers and back for a mere crumb of a promise of that famous European intellectual art craft rigor commonly missing from the ostensibly Flintstonean common Australopithecus Americanus culture that foolishly dismisses every elementary philosophical exercise as "nihilistic" or, worse, "alien." What is it with misunderstood quaint European artists and their proclivity for channeling the worst of humanity even today in the contemporary positively post-protoapocalyptic post-Herzhogian post-Western post-cinema landscape?
I am assuming the thinker statue pose as I am typing this. Erudite auteurs behind this masterpiece have us silly simpletons ponder only the Big Questions here. Is this all there is? When will the divide end? The divide between humans? The divide between souls? The divide between films and flicks? The divide between bad and good flicks? The divide between adorable fourth rate European cinema butchers and overhated top gun American immaculate candyland shmaltzmakers? In any way, "The Divide" is the film equivalent of Uwe Boll in French disguise, Werner Herzhog, and David Attenborough attempting to summon Lovecraft in a crummy NYC basement but instead only managing to access a nervous daytime TV drama writer from the 1980s who begrudgingly agrees to pen what is for better or worse an almost 2 hour pilot episode while cursing Herzhog for rejecting the prospect of a 6 episode mini-series psychological docu-drama on primate behavior during the time of extraordinary crisis narrated by David Attenborough who sadly was meanwhile disposed of in the most uncouth manner by now insane and possibly possessed Herzhog because Mr. Attenborough brought up the question of payment for his stellar commentary.
Atrocity? You bet your sweet Horrorfilm und Existenzialisten-Philosophen loving Ass this indeed is yet another certified German production. The Divide is, I quote German Wikipedia in Order to match the Mood, about eine atomare Explosion über New York and der New York City Straße Hauskomplex Gruppe finding themelves under Hausmeister Mickey's (Michael Biehn) not so nice Leadership. Many of the Menschen (Milo Ventimiglia, Michael Eklund) and Mädchens (Lauren German, Rosanna Arquette) do not handle this Divide quite well and, long story short, Hilarity ensues! Or, something close to it, as the Situation puts einer Gruppe von Personen in einer postatomaren Isolationssituation. Wow, sure did get cold in here super fast!
Mr. Gens' French façade aside, The Divide (or "Die Hölle") is one of *those* closeted cerebral, German-esque realist-expressionist, profoundly European, das-ist-nicht-wunderbar crypto-arthouse projects in drag backed by clueless Nord-Amerikanische producers always happy to wade through sewers and back for a mere crumb of a promise of that famous European intellectual art craft rigor commonly missing from the ostensibly Flintstonean common Australopithecus Americanus culture that foolishly dismisses every elementary philosophical exercise as "nihilistic" or, worse, "alien." What is it with misunderstood quaint European artists and their proclivity for channeling the worst of humanity even today in the contemporary positively post-protoapocalyptic post-Herzhogian post-Western post-cinema landscape?
I am assuming the thinker statue pose as I am typing this. Erudite auteurs behind this masterpiece have us silly simpletons ponder only the Big Questions here. Is this all there is? When will the divide end? The divide between humans? The divide between souls? The divide between films and flicks? The divide between bad and good flicks? The divide between adorable fourth rate European cinema butchers and overhated top gun American immaculate candyland shmaltzmakers? In any way, "The Divide" is the film equivalent of Uwe Boll in French disguise, Werner Herzhog, and David Attenborough attempting to summon Lovecraft in a crummy NYC basement but instead only managing to access a nervous daytime TV drama writer from the 1980s who begrudgingly agrees to pen what is for better or worse an almost 2 hour pilot episode while cursing Herzhog for rejecting the prospect of a 6 episode mini-series psychological docu-drama on primate behavior during the time of extraordinary crisis narrated by David Attenborough who sadly was meanwhile disposed of in the most uncouth manner by now insane and possibly possessed Herzhog because Mr. Attenborough brought up the question of payment for his stellar commentary.
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