More Movie Review

Movie fans will remember More primarily for the fact that it's the one movie (that's not The Wall) which Pink Floyd provided the soundtrack for. Pink Floyd fans will remember More as that movie they bought the soundtrack to which they only listened to once.

Barbet Schroeder's first film, More isn't much of a movie. The story follows German Stefan (Klaus Grünberg) as he meets a blonde vixen (Mimsy Farmer) and follows her to Paris, where he is quickly indoctrinated into the joys of heroin. Eventually they're off to Ibiza for more drugs and, well, you get the picture.

Not much happens in More aside from getting high, screwing, listening to music, and -- finally -- getting into trouble because of all this. Schroeder's film, made in 1969, is a straight-out ode to the duality of drug use -- the whole pleasure and the pain business. As a motion picture it isn't really compelling one way or another, and not just because Farmer and Grünberg are pasty and uninteresting. The story here assumes that we're going to be stoned out of our minds when we sit through the film -- so why bother with building characters? There is a climax of sorts. Whether it resonates with you will be up to the individual.

Perhaps the most interesting aspect of More is its title. Judging by the cover art of jumping people with the sun behind them, More comes across as implying it's about getting more out of life through full living. But really, More is more blatant: It simply means more drugs. That's profound stuff, folks.