Wannabe Fight Club for very very poor

Actually one should rejoice when the genre of the thriller, which ekes out a sad existence in Germany, is finally served again. But when something like this comes out STEREO, you develop even towards a Till-Schweiger comedy again friendly feelings. After only seven minutes would any halfway experienced viewers know what the movie boils. The mysterious man as a manifestation of a guilty mind and a mandatory knowledge to embody evil itself be associated with a stereotypical pimp World on Uneleganteste - of course including a medium with incense, an old visionary in a wheelchair and unmotivated hookers who is techno sounds squirm. The script is very weak, the characters stereotyped and history consists solely of bits and pieces of American models. Blood and sex should it judge again, but fails miserably at the indecision of the filmmakers. The film could have worked as a brutal splatter, perhaps even as silent drama. But he is just another proof that a thriller is not a genre for the German filmmaker and you would rather have stayed at the scene.