Warning: This review contains spoilers
A lone female tourist meets a handsome German schoolteacher in a used bookstore.
They swap meaningful glances.
He offers her freshly picked strawberries.
He adorably mangles the English language.
It sounds like the perfect indie meet-cute Before Sunriseunder the Brandenburg Gate.
What could possibly go wrong?
The short answer is…everything.
Before the week is up she will be his bruised-and-bloodied prisoner.
But dont let that avenging outcome fool you, this is not a feminist film.
Not by a longshot.
Traveling solo, shes on the hunt for life experience and adventure.
The buzzer outside might as well say The Big Bad Wolf.
Clare and Andi share their histories as foreplay to an evening of steamy passion.
The next morning, he lets her sleep in and goes off to work.
Hmmmm, that cant be good.
Anyone in her right mind would hightail it out of Mr. Creepys Lair.
But Clare doesnt run.
And before she knows it, shes his sex-slave captive.
A sociopath in plain sight.
But its just a pretentious fake out a potentially interesting theme left underexplored.
If those are the kind of cheap thrills youre after, by all means, have at it.C
