The basic plot of Love’s Confusion, the last film
completed by Slatan Dudow, sounds as frothy as that of any Hollywood romcom: art
student Sonja is dating medical student Dieter, who gets distracted by the less
complex Siegi, whose boxer boyfriend Edy then sets his sights on Sonja, the two
reconfigured couples eventually heading toward marriage despite the obvious intellectual
and temperamental incompatibilities. Dudow oversees these events with a
sustained lack of sentimentality or romantic exuberance; Sonja is particularly
self-contained and enigmatic, seeming to regard her boyfriend’s interest in
another woman as something of a social experiment (even as she acknowledges
that the distraction is eroding the quality of her art). For an East German
film of its period, there’s little ideological or moral content (only a few
brief scenes of industrial production!): the characters seem largely self-defined
(and not overly subject to economic constraints), and the film has a rather startling
vein of titillation including a few bare backsides and, in an extended “carnival”
sequence, intimations of widespread sexually liberated goings-on. That sequence
is a modest tour de force, with Dieter wandering through areas labeled for
purgatory and hell and love and so forth, among hundreds of thronging costumed
extras, and a sense of burgeoning possibility which recurs throughout the movie
– even in the recurring scenes of Dieter’s class attendance, the lecturers often
seem less to be imparting hard knowledge than to be drifting into philosophy.
This culminates in a finale when matters correct themselves on the way to the altar,
not an unfamiliar genre device, but one again executed here in remarkably
low-key, matter-of-fact manner. Overall, the film is hardly as radical and
memorable as Dudow’s Kuhle Wampe, but then not many are; on its own
terms it’s often quietly surprising, with a palpable sense of pushing against
imposed standards and boundaries.
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