dierregi
German youngster Stefan hitchhikes from cold and rainy Germany to Paris "looking for the sun". In Paris he gets acquainted with lowlife Charlie and mysterious Estelle. After a burglary with Charlie, Stefan follows Estelle to Ibiza where she is not exactly welcoming him. Estelle is busy with her friends, a proto-hip crowd of drug addicts, and with German doctor Wolf, her alleged lover and pusher.At first against hard drugs, Stefan quickly turns into a major user himself. When Estelle steals some dope from Wolf, the couple goes hiding in the solitary luxury of a beautiful villa overlooking a desert coast where they spend a hot summer of sex and drugs, hiding from Wolf. At the end of the summer, all Stefan has left is a major addiction to heroin and the need for a job. Who could be better to supply both but Wolf? When tragedy ensues, Estelle has already made a move out of Stefan's life.The weakest part of the movie is the Stefan-Estelle relationship. Based on nothing more than lust, it seems hardly likely to inspire a tragic devotion. The movie does not work well either as a cautionary tale against drugs. It does not dwell on horrific details explored on later movies. In fact, it may even inspire a sort of nostalgia for a simpler past (minus the heroin) and lusty summers spent on desert islands. Nevertheless, the unadorned approach and documentary style work well for the minimalist tale.My personal impression is that the bare settings were due to lack of funds. However, it should be noted that the soundtrack is signed Pink Floyd, albeit not yet a super-band (the main reason why the movie is still circulating) and Mimsy Farmer's wardrobe is quite nice and above the standard hippie clothes one would expect for her character.
dbdumonteil
Like many other people, I've heard about "more" and I wanted to watch it due to the music that was composed by Pink Floyd. I must say that I was truly disappointed, not because of the music but the movie in itself. it's a boring insipid movie that lacks rhythm. Where does this disappointment come from? According to me, from different things. First of all, the movie's subject, the drug links up badly with the idle sunny atmosphere of the movie. This one should have taken place in the sordid areas of Paris and should have gave birth to a dark and helpless climate,for example. Moreover, it's supposed to tell a descent into hell but this descent is softened and barely sketched out. Barbet Schroeder doesn't insist enough on the dramatic side of the story. You could have wished a little more of madness, cutting. On another hand, Schroeder doesn't succeed in gaining the audience's emotion and adherence in front of the two main characters' distress. You watch carelessly their trials with drug. Whereas the two main actors, they're perfectly inexpressive and hardly evolve during the movie, especially Mimsy Farmer. At the end, you only retain the beauty of the mediterraneans landscapes bathed in sunlight. The film created a huge sensation when it was released in 1969. Nowadays, it seems dated. The hippy culture is nothing less than a faraway memory.
Saturday8pm
Great music, but ain't these people PATHETIC?!? A true period piece of The Trippy Sixties, and it left me depressed. The director paints the wrong side of the jetset life and it stings as a hornets nest. If the culture of the time led people to do these things, it appears to me that it was all a journey of no discovery, only despair. I tried, really tried, to like this film, but these people aren't anywhere on my page. Yes, it would be nice to see the world, go away for awhile, but I always plan to come BACK. Drugs aren't the cause of these characters' downfalls, it's their lousy attitudes these guys passionately drink their cup of poison. They cheapen their lives, and in the end, cheapen the journey that is life. Has romance ever been so dark?Cheers: Interesting scenery. Wonderful soundtrack by Pink Floyd.Caveats: Dated. Drugs. Depressing. Thoroughly unlikable characters; they aren't flower children.Only for the curious, since most packages swoon The Pink Floyd connection. ( Rare Floyd tracks many will have never heard before, as FM ain't what it was. )Rating: Two Stars.
faversham
Has there ever been an Angel of Death like MIMSY FARMER in Barbet Schroeder's 1960s heroin opus? Sort of Jean Seberg with a hypodermic. Pink Floyd score. Despite some ultimately insignificant weaknesses, a classic, shamelessly ripped off by Erich Segal/Noel Black for their inept JENNIFER ON MY MIND (1971), although Tippy Walker, playing a similar character, is herself very junkie-appealing in the latter mess. MORE, though, is terrific, a great 60s drug movie and, simply, an important document of its time. Very much a cult film so join the cult.No American movie then, as far as I can remember, charts the same territory. MIMSY's an astonishing archetype, elevating this into mythic realms. Not for the faint-hearted. Great sex scenes too.
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