Well, I didn't get around to getting a real German beer to finish up with the German films, but you'll see it is a German style. So that's something. The last film was billed as a young adult film, since the protagonist is a teenage girl, but it is about depression and suicide. A pretty dark story, even if it seems to have a happy ending on the surface.
SPOILERS
Nothing More Perfect begins with teen Maya in a CPR class with her friends. Like typical teens, they aren't paying much attention to the class, but planning their own activities. They are in a running club, competing for the fastest, longest runs, and losing the most weight. Maya is also part of an internet group focused on suicide ideation, which her friends probably don't know about. She shares live videos talking about how she's preparing to end her life and how hopeless she feels about everything, and her followers send her encouraging messages, weirdly encouraging about her as a person and at the same time about her suicide plans. Her mother at first seems to be just a little flaky and artistic, and her father a typical divorced dad in another city with another partner, but they decide to take a trip to Prague all together. On the road her mother covers her father's eyes and he drives blind while she tells him to move right or left on the road. Maya ends up throwing up, maybe from the swerving car or maybe from the stress of the situation, but this is the first indication that her parents are just douches. Maya and her mother check into a very nice hotel room, and her father into another in the same hotel. Maya has already decided to kill herself, romantically, in a park in Prague. The family goes to a disco and she goes to the bathroom to talk about her plans to her followers and a local drug dealer follows her in. He agrees to sell her sleeping pills and tells her to meet him the next day. They drink vodka in a park, Maya passes out, and he takes her to an apartment where a friend of his lives. Maya recovers and leaves with the pills. When she gets back to the hotel, her parents are drinking wine and discussing their day at the art galleries. They ask her what she did and she tells them: she met a boy in a park, they drank vodka together and went to his place. Her parents stare at her and then start laughing. "Great joke!" they say. Maya starts to develop of crush on the drug dealer, but when she sees him in another disco he refuses to talk to her, and she starts to go downhill. Her mother is focused on purchasing art, or pretending to want to purchase art, her father gets drunk and says he hates them all, and Maya swallows all the pills she has along with several tiny hotel fridge bottles of alcohol in the bathtub. She passes out...and then wakes up. She realizes the pills haven't worked so she runs out of the hotel to the apartment where she was with the drug dealer, running into a lamp post on the way. At the apartment the friend insists the dealer doesn't live there and that Maya should see a doctor about her nose. Back home, Maya's friends think she got a nose job, and Maya buys herself a plane ticket back to Prague, to find the dealer who admitted that he sold her vitamins because he thought she couldn't be serious about the suicide. It seems her obsession with suicide is turning into an obsession with this guy. I guess it's supposed to be a happy ending, since Maya has found a "reason to live", but it still leaves her dependent on outside factors for her happiness, and unable to find value in herself and her own life. It's not a badly done film, but I did not particularly enjoy it.
Berliner weisse is a weirdly light style to have with such a heavy topic, but Nómada can make a beer that you don't mind drinking with anything. Passiflora Sour is just barely colored beerishly, hardly bitter at all, and crisply fruity. It has a champagne sort of dryness to it, in keeping with the style. With its low alcohol it's not a bad choice for celebration, since it won't cause too much damage the morning after.
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