Goodbye Berlin (Tschick)

Tschick, the book, isn’t Wolfgang Herrndorf’s best work. And Tschick, the film, isn’t Fatih Akin’s best work either. I’d love to see Akin turn the lonely atmosphere of in In Plüschgewittern into a movie or the Coen brother’s take on a wild ride like Sand.

Tschick is still a good, heart-warming film about two fourteen-year-olds spending a summer on a road trip, having the time of their lives. It’s easy-going and fun, and I felt a bit homesick after watching it. I wonder if anyone who hasn’t lived in Germany would get all the references.