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Schultze Gets The Blues bills itself as a charming, endearing, joyful experience all wrapped up in the tubby form of a sweet retired accordian player.
Don't buy it.
(and if you don't want to know anything more about this movie, stop reading now)
Like many other foreign films, or maybe just the ones I see*, the message really is - if you're different, odd, passionately living outside the mainstream and you are cast as the main character in a movie - You Will Die. But first, you will make the audience care about you, want to know you, fall in love with you. Afterwards, someone in the film will shrug and say, possibly in German, "things happen" or "he was a good man" or something equally unsatisfying.
roll credits.
*Y Tu Mama Tambien, The Widow of St. Pierre, House of Flying Daggers, okay, I can't remember any more and obviously I need to see more movies with subtitles and stop being drawn in by, say, Bruce Willis' appearance on The Daily Show (Ben - he looks good bald, maybe I should shave my head. me - he looks good bald and Jon Stewart likes him, maybe I should see the movie) and then getting shocked by the bloodbath and lack of a plot.