Private detective Hartwig Seeler is lured onto a false trail to Greece. Instead of a missing person, he finds himself confronted with his own fate and the unsolved mystery of his wife’s death, years ago.
So he’s looking for a person and has to look inside his own soul? I’ve heard this premise before. The mad genius Michael O’Donoghue, known to some as Mister Mike, who was the first head writer at SNL and the first person ever to appear on camera in that venerable show, once wrote a detective tale called Critique of Pure Murder for the National Lampoon, featuring Jean-Paul Savage, Philosopher-Detective.
I’m guessing the Hartwig Seeler case is not as funny as Critique of Pure Murder. In fact, assuming it is not a comedy, it sounds like a premise for a Tarkovsky movie – and we all remember what a laugh riot he was.
Which somehow reminds me of Woody Allen’s claim that his philosophy professor failed him for cheating. Instead of looking deep into his own soul, he looked into the soul of the smarter kid next to him.
Dagny Dewath
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