I Was at Home, But... (Ich War Zuhause, Aber…) is so boring. I know it's about grief and, like, ok. But everyone in it behaves like they're zombies, and I swear to you a full fourth of this movie is dedicated to children acting Hamlet in the most boring, terrible way possible. Franz Rogowski, who is a genius actor, has a very small part in this that is hard to explain. Like, I am not sure why he would take such a part. But, in fact, most of I Was at Home, But... is hard to explain. No thanks.
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