Narciso e Boccadoro

I will disregard Hesse's book and concentrate only on this film. Historical events allow an assessment of when it is set, costumes and language do not match, but that does not bother me. Narcissus and Goldmund are two boys who could not be more opposite. Narcissus is clever and has to hide his gayness, Goldmund has what today would be called street smarts, is certainly more of a flesh and blood person than the spiritualised Narcissus, but who also repeatedly holds progressive views, for example in his understanding of the image of the Virgin Mary. The friendship that emanates from Goldmund and the secret love of Narcissus could have been much more intense and not remained so much on the surface, as if they were only the occasion for a completely different story, which loses itself more in putting Jannis Niewöhner, an irresistibly sexy Goldmund, in appropriate situations where he stands naked in front of the camera time and again. Sabin Tambrea's Narcissus is pitiful in all his shame and repression, but lacks a bit of the necessary chemistry between both actors. Absolute negative moments for me were the two performances by Johannes Krisch as Goldmund's father, who, as is his way, uses every scene to detach himself from the camera and pretend to be on a theatrical stage. The direction switches back and forth between several subplots and cannot really decide what it actually wants to tell. And that is exactly the problem of this film, which sometimes wants to be a bit decadent, then again has the story of a friendship as its theme, but does not expand it strongly enough. And last but not least, some of the special effects are pretty lousy.