Formula: 65 = 55 (Pink Floyd soundtrack + 5 (loads of hippie boobs) + 5 (rest of the movie.

Some quite nice dialogue but everything else is wooden and predictable.

I guess they can't make such incredible soundtracks anymore, cos there's no other band like Pink Floyd.

A fine cautionary tale about the dangers of pursuit of the Sun. The bitch will ruin your life, yo. I always considered Schroeder not that successful version of Herzog, and sure enough his directorial debut is fascinating, but clumsy as hell. "PeopIe who take heroin want to escape from life. PeopIe who smoke weed, or take acid want to intensify their lives. Hippies put heroin down. And junkies put down the little fools that think they've discovered the world.".

Extremely dated, but I suppose that's part of it's charm. The best scene involves the two leads playing with (what i assume to be real) mercury.

The premise has potential enough. First sensual encounter is portrayed nicely. The moment they travel to plaza it all drops down to mediocre blabber. Do you love me, don't you love me. Blah!

Overstated metaphors (the "sun worshippers" thing is a real groaner), ridiculous dialogue, unnecessary and jarring narration, truly unlikeable characters, horrible acting and dubbing. Even some of the camerawork was clumsy, although Schroeder does manage to capture some pretty shots. Stick with the Pink Floyd album.