Pan32 What's at play here is infighting between relatives. Paul, a moppy haired teen, arrives at his uncle Stefan's summer home unexpectedly to the obvious annoyance of Stefan's wife Anna and their son Robert.Paul's father has recently committed suicide and Paul is clearly in something of a daze. But he gradually begins to become a part of the household aided by communal walks in a nearby forest and games of pingpong with Robert.Robert is a pianist of some skill preparing for an audition for a class of young students. What becomes clear is that Robert is chafing under his mother's insistence at keeping up with his practice routine and as a result perhaps drinks rum on the sly and takes breaks to play pingpong with Paul, to his mother's annoyance.Paul is infatuated with Anna who clearly is aroused by the sight of him bare chested.Cherchez la femme as it so often is but Anna is not really a bad sort. The intimacy she shares with Paul is a token of her affection, but she fails to realize how it would affect the impressionable 16 year old still reeling from the loss of his father.Anna has understandably great ambitions for Robert but reacts in a very harsh way when he crumples under the stress.Paul takes his revenge for what he sees as a betrayal by Anna by drowning Anna's cherished dog,Schumann.Uncle Stefen is too busy with work to realize the self destruction going on in his household.Sebastian Urzendowsky as Paul and Marion Mitterhammer as Anna give particularly fine performances in this interesting film.

federovsky An emotionally disturbed teenager turns up at the home of some repressed relatives. This simple substrate economically combines a surprising number of subtle issues: grief, boredom, alcoholism, stress, lust, and homosexuality, amounting to quite a timebomb in a deceptively domestic situation. It has a dusky, brooding quality - feeling almost like a mild version of Funny Games or Visitor Q.The boy is dealing with his father's recent suicide and an evident sense of abandonment resulting in various behavioural phenomena that sociologists will have terms for. His cousin's family has its own emotional issues, a neurotic, artistic mother and son, the latter on the booze while practising Berg's piano sonata (providing a sophisticated tone) for an audition; his mother a bored housewife of impulsive passion. Sounds of mastication are used frequently - repulsive, but it lends a surreal, intimate effect.With so many issues at play though, the meaning is muddled. Frustration, disillusionment, nihilism, betrayal and revenge blur any over-riding theme, which most likely is the new preoccupation of the age: insecurity. Sensitisation of society is on the upcreep. Having set up their lives of suburban serenity, they have too much to lose - everything becomes unbearably precious and the effort of keeping together what was so laboriously acquired causes mild derangement in the most ordinary people. Mild derangement is very much the order of the day here.It wends its way slowly and interestingly enough, but the somewhat degenerate ending undermines much of what the film was surely trying to achieve along the way. If the boy was merely sociopathic, then much of the useful meaning is eroded. Still, it's worthwhile art-house fair that will stay in the mind on account of its hermetic, drifting, almost dreamlike quality.

Bene Cumb True, that Germans do not resemble the nations residing around the Mediterranean and so one can not expect very romantic or sharp motions, but still, Pingpong is a rather dull narration of 2 different generations within a small environment, with scenes and solutions partially predictable, partially odd or factitious. Luckily, the cast is decent=good, particularly the 2 leading ones, but long silent scenes and recurring motives do not make this film interesting throughout its duration - what is less than 1.5 hours.Thus, a mediocre film to me, not at the level of related German films about troubled youth and intergenerational relationships. There was some dramatics and world-weariness, but limited locality did not allow to bring it forth in full.

jen-kollmer There were a few moments in this film that I didn't buy (I won't say what--no spoilers here), but that's what happens when you take risks on screen. Tone-wise, I'd say this film was like American Beauty, but done much better. There were still some over-the-top moments, but unlike the Alan Ball/Sam Mendes mega-hit, parts of this film feel genuine. The script was juggling many nuanced through-lines, and did so surprisingly well.Solid acting. Nice control of the camera--and the HD-to-35mm blowup looked pretty darn nice.I'd like to see more from this director.