director David Wnendt
Wherever it was that I read about Wetlands, it sounded kind of interesting. Adapted from a popular novel, it tells the semi-autobiographical story of a young woman who enjoy exploring her feminine sides in ways not typically associated with being “feminine”. She’s interested in body odors and excretions, rebelling against her upbringing of cleanliness staying unwashed, exploring sexually, taking drugs, speaking openly and living the life of an unfettered Id of sorts.
It struck me as something that could be fun — and it got good reviews.
Only, it’s terrible. And annoying. A fairly mainstream German romantic comedy with a scatological and gross-out heroine who gets a cut on her anus and has to have her hemorrhoids surgically removed.
My first thought was that maybe this film would have been better if directed by a woman. But then I realized that this film was probably just not a good film in any real way. The edginess of the subject matter is the only edginess it contains, and that edginess is dulled into an eroticized romance film with a more crass, though not more true or real, heart.
Carla Juri is okay as Helen, the somewhat pervy lead. But the film lacks any real subversiveness or genuineness.