Quirin vom Sirius (tetragamma) It's really hard to describe this movie, there is something about it that cannot be explained with the script, acting, or directing. It must be just magic. Few movies got it, this one has it. Not everyone get's it, but if you do, you will love it. The characters, the story, everything.After a while I entirely forgot I was watching a film and just got totally absorbed by the screenplay while developing a deep sympathy for each and everyone of the characters. It must be ages ago when I watched a movie that touched me so deeply like this one and I was surprised when I saw the low rating on IMDb. It's a shame, this masterpiece has really deserved more. For viewer who look for something that is nicely polished, Catwalk Actors and Popcorn Feeling, don't bother. This isn't it.But if you like films with a strong emotional/melancholic atmosphere that are touching your heart without any of the ingredients that are used for "Hollywood Mass Production Romantics" then the chances are good that "Wilbur Wants to Kill Himself" will give you a wonderful experience beyond words and you might loose so many tears that you become almost dehydrated in the last part of it. So incredibly touching and powerful I probably haven't seen it before...I was blown away.Before you watch this be prepared to go into the deep deep river. A beautiful one. Thank you for making this masterpiece.

Danusha_Goska Save Send Delete "Wilbur Wants to Kill Himself" may be the single worst movie I've ever watched from beginning to end, and I've seen "Santa Claus Conquers the Martians." "Wilbur" is the product of some fringe studio that goes out of its way to hire cinematographers whose use of light and space make actors look like lumps of ordure on screen, scriptwriters who are one grade above monkeys trained to bang on keyboards, directors who suffer from cognitive retardation and can't grasp three dimensional space or movement, and actors who are desperate to appear in any piece of drek, no matter how dreadful. How movies like this get made when brilliantly talented people can't sell their work is a mystery more confounding than any presented by Area 51 or the Bermuda Triangle.Wilbur is a twenty-something, suicidal Scott. He lives with his brother, the ostentatiously named Harbour, and always makes sure that his suicide attempts will wreck maximum damage on Harbour's sensitive soul. The audience is supposed to love Wilbur; he's supposed to be the funny, poignant, sexy, romantic lead. Not.Harbour is a bit of a masochist, and does nothing to protect himself from Wilbur's venom. That's because this movie is as divorced from any reality of any human heart or mind as possible. Harbour, in a scene lasting maybe two seconds, falls in love with Alice, a depressive cleaning woman so out of touch with consensus reality that she can't clean properly, and gets fired. Later, she wears a stained blouse, a flowered skirt, and loud tartan tights to a birthday party, where children mock her attire, as well they should. Later Harbour vomits in a Muslim girl's expensive, golden dress. Ha, ha, ha. Oh, and the Muslim girl is named Fatimah, as is her mother. This is meant to cause big laughs.Harbour and Alice marry, and Wilbur, in between suicide attempts, cheats with Alice on Harbour, who goes through a lingering and painful-looking death by pancreatic cancer. Wilbur and Alice don't even bother to purchase a headstone for Harbour, their masochistic savior. The End. I kept watching this movie mostly to see how bad it could get. In its descent from merely unpleasant and incompetent to unforgettably repulsive, it did not disappoint.

bastard wisher Lone Scherfig has to be the most blandly mediocre filmmaker working today that i can think of. Her Dogme film "Italian for Beginners" was easily the least-inspired entry in that pseudo-series (what else would I call it?) that I've seen, and this sadly fairs only slightly better, and really only because the premise has some inherent potential. The first half hour or so is actually not bad, and has some funny parts, but then it quickly loses focus and just kind of plods around for another looong hour+. Instead of fulfilling the promise of it's chosen subject matter, the film oddly chooses to practically abandon it's initial theme and instead wastes a lot of time with incredibly generic soap-opera plot contrivances. As a whole the film just seems rudderless and oddly uninspired. No sense of tone or craft. Did anyone working on the film really think the horrible sentimental music was appropriate? There are too many unnecessary minor characters each with a too-tidy arch, and a lot of pointless scenes that seem like they were added just to pad out the running time even though the movie already seems too drawn-out. Overall this movie is more just strangely flat than outright bad in almost any sense, full of an overwhelming feeling of dull underachievement.

josiejump Just watched this film for the first time this evening mainly because the brilliant Julia Davis was listed as being in the film. It took about 20 minutes for me to get into the general idea of the characters but after that I was lost in the world of the unfortunate situation the brothers had found themselves in.An amazing film. A real weepy. Shirley Henderson played a blinder. Can't say I was surprised after seeing her in Dirty, Filthy Love but I never recognise her name as an actress. I will do from now on.The only thing I wasn't sure about (ironically) was Julia Davis pretending to be Scottish. Her desperate character still comes across but the accent is a little dodgy to say the least.