A movie of history and drama revolves around a scholarly man called Karl with his wife on their way to exile. Where they met the son of a factory owner Frederick Engels, who discovered the bad wages of workers in the country and how badly they are treated.
Ideologically dismissive and strictly from the school of scratching the surface cinema, not to mention the enigmatic participation of no less than 27 production companies likely rubber stamping their own two cents all over this politically evasive project
And by the time Marx writes what his wife calls a...critique of the critical critique - well, my eyes glazing over at the dialectics, I for one needed an antidote.
Although it bogs down in philosophy, the script balances its intellectual and emotional components reasonably well, thanks in part to [August] Diehl's charismatic performance.
