The truth is that the 3D film Anselm by German filmmaker and writer Wim Wenders blew me away. After watching the film I could not stop thinking about it and the strange almost unfilm-like qualities of it. There was little dialogue, you did not too often get to know the internal thoughts of the artist Anselm Kiefer, the subject of Wenders’ film. There was a bareness and in some ways barrenness about the work. A perplexing, engaging trawl through the life of a painter’s obsession.
There was no one else in , so it
