Schramm (1993) review

Dang, it feels bad to be a German taxi driver: Lothar (Florian Koerner von Gustorf) lives alone and doesn't have any friends, murders two people who visit his apartment trying to spread the Word of God, fantasizes about his next door neighbor Marianne (Monika M.), a prostitute, and ends up breaking his neck after falling from a ladder.  I understand Buttgereit not wanting to tell a "traditional" story involving a "serial killer," so he tries presenting it in this scrappy, non-linear fashion, but despite his attempts to make it somewhat "experimental" in nature (repeating footage, swirling the camera around, etc.) it still comes across as a deranged amateur movie with more of an emphasis on "shocking" moments than deeper analysis: Lothar's "hallucinations" involve him having his eyeball scooped out by a dentist, waking up with his leg severed and "seeing" a wild vagina dentata in his bed (and then a dresser drawer) ... oh, and he also drives nails through his uncircumcised phallus (holy Bob Flanagan!).  I'm not sure if it's supposed to be humorous or not, but none other than Jesus of Nazareth (Michael Brynntrup) pops up at the conclusion to bop Lothar in the face: there's clearly no place for him in Heaven.