Jan Ole Gerster's "Oh Boy" is not about world wars, Stasi or leftist revolutionists, doesn't deal with intellectual debates, moral predicaments or historic traumas, but in giving the young and lost a voice, in pondering the battered beauty of Berlin, in celebrating- with miraculous precision and effortlessness- the hilarity and sorrows of the everyday, the little triumphs and unspoken heartbreaks of the here and now, it found a cinematic langauge all its own and felt the pulse of a generation. It's the best thing to have happened to German cinema in a long time.
After third viewing, still love it more than I can say.
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