Hello, dear friend walking Kasbohm.
Here I sit, as so often on the beautiful Danish North Sea island of Romo, which offers the widest sandy beach in Northern Europe and a bizarre glut of never booked holiday houses and look at the golf course outside the window. Not that I now play golf, but the place is just happens to be flooded is directly in front of "my" small adit cottages and the beach, so it can sail to land, is mean. This small holiday cottage has incidentally also has a television set, which I turn on but never actually. Because most (or almost always) there are others on this island, meaningful things to do. A Blokart ludicrously quickly move across the beach to watch sunrise or sunset, half pork and whole fish grilling each other to throw a Frisbee or just a taste of the sea breeze and a few glasses of Something to do so. For me, this island quite close and heal the world. And that brings me back to the TV. The fact it ran. On Thursday. Once. For three quarters of an hour. And even if I get a little future looked cute: I have "The country doctor" looked. And that is because I always do, when running on television. Now you are flat Kasbohm, right? Well.
The modern, educated and reasonably intelligent people of today can be published some time to unpack spicy details from the bedrooms needed, but when it comes to TV appetites are no electric shocks, water torture sleep deprivation or not, that he barricaded at 20.15 to Bude and the phone ausstöpselt when the dream boat drives off. (I have an alibi, I will always look the scene.) Why do so this year I am unnecessarily so open-hearted? Because you are absolutely right, Kasbohm. As you get older, one should not let go, but if the suit stretches even (or lose your shirt button goes, most recently in the rabbit swing), then you can also watch them away. Over the abdomen. And very confident our own weaknesses, not cultivated, but still allowed to give the best. One of my weaknesses has now been two years of the "country doctor" and I look. Basta. I finally got good reasons. The main characters of this series act that is so amazingly good and credible, that I can not rid myself of this Schmonzette, so I'll try that too. If one pays attention to nuances times, which differ mainly in the most pleasant way of the series participants from the Bavarian forest or the woods each week, most 45 minutes, when the "Coast Guard" outrageous in the Baltic Sea rocks. In these series will be "represented" and not acted. And the protagonist is an exclusively from nothing, and certainly not their role. An Indiana Jones hat and a German wire hair make Hardy Krüger Jr. or at least no forester. While the country doctor of the actor Hans Sigl, without any props on the fly just a doctor from the Austrian mountains. And also a wonderful farm green Mercedes-Benz W-123 can drive with wooden balls on the seats, what I envy him very much. The Mercedes, not the Holkzkugeln. Even if the yes will be very healthy.
are common (besides the opening credits) only the weekly sub-plots. Or main activity, if you will, because that's still is a doctor show, in which the physician must meet at some point even his livelihood. Leave the cases and stories, for the often deserved German television faces travel to the mountains and filmed there are so horribly predictable, corny and common mercilessly covered that there is a shake. On top of that pick out the medical adviser to the series, the wildest diseases from the medical book and if you look the country doctor regularly, you get very scared, sometimes to Ellmau in Tirol to drive, because in this epicenter of the illness is likely to bite into the grass faster than in Chernobyl or Baku. One also wonders how the Hans Sigl withstand that. I personally have no idea about such things, could I but imagine that, as an actor feels uncomfortable when you just wacky great scenes destroy must, because the next shot requires that you lumbered with an infected suit by a hospital room in Tirol . If the weekly cases of pneumonic plague, brain food or autoimmune diseases that affect probably most 0.08 percent of the world, reduced to a minimum and instead mainly the family history Dr. Gruber will be shown in front of chic setting, should the jury Grimme Prize probably even bring himself to Ellmau. The fine-told stories, nice running gags and characters that give a tangible effort would be worth it. Even if we are not talking about great cinema. But with a modern mix of the "Geierwally" and "Dr. Praetorius". Just has a lot of style.
Anyway, why it must be next to the main action always be three to seven sub-plots, which hops between the writer hyper nervously back and forth? Take the time "Forellenhof" by 1965, a "family history of Heinz Oskar Wuttig. Since the episodes were even almost an hour. And Hans Söhnker breakfasted in black and white good five minutes long with his wife Jane Tilden film and talked, what you are talking just as if you casually rolls cut in half or condensed milk is poured into the coffee. Stop time with, Kasbohm. The scene changes on TV adapt itself to the public broadcasters in time to slow the advertising space. 60 seconds to reach for as a setting, otherwise the producers seems to get the jitters that the viewer runs to the refrigerator, turns to a crossword puzzle or begins to sew a quilt. Where is the art the long shot still, the actors are allowed to play and take the audience with facial expressions, small gestures and rhetoric of a story and festzutackern on the chair? Today must be all one and a half minutes, a heavy-duty transport noise by any living room so that the audience in front of the telly not nodding off. What I personally find it odd, because by my living room is extremely rare rushing load transport and not even buses. But I much more often halve rolls or pour milk in my coffee. Is real life not real enough for television? And therefore not worthy to entertain the audience? Does the viewer of today actually all the time and only moments on the screen, which he himself will never see?
Here are the formats "in this country so well there. For example, "Doctor Martin" with the excellent Axel Milberg. And the country doctor could turn back there the same classified if the medical consultant and script writers would sometimes concentrate on the essentials. Namely, for life. Instead of again being ill or dying from diseases never heard before, there are probably even for global self-help groups from just 4 people (two members). While we're walking along, when are: the hope dies last is well known. And the next season will be country doctor, if I really had in mind soon turned. Stupid way we read so no one (certainly not writers ZDF), but you still never know. Maybe I pluck at the sleeve sometimes, when I go in September in the mountains in order to make a few days holiday. Kasbohm I won, I'm watching the beautiful scenery and the half-way ideal world views in color and without interfering pane of glass between them. And am looking forward as heads off on a proper tour in the Wild Emperor, with aching knees and a tasty snack on the mountain, where there is known no sin. Or if, then only behind red and white checkered curtains, which makes the sin more interesting and far more desirable. I love the Mediterranean, but even in Italy, the table covers only rarely red-white-checkered. Let's see how this corner of Tyrol Sun
In America, the oil spills in the nursery of nature, because we have saved in the awarding of oil concessions 500 000 beeping for a backup device (which by the way in Europe and even to Norway are - although you can buy for this sum is not even a spacious four-room apartment in Hamburg-Ottensen). Greece is broke, Spain and Ireland clammy and Portugal also asked soon after an advance on pocket money. Life is not a farm.
But sometimes just yet. Otherwise, keep to all of this was also not enough.
Servus,
your friend of mountain films,
VDL
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