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Harald ReinlDrehbuch:
Harald G. PeterssonKamera:
Ernst W. KalinkeMusik:
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Häuptling Winnetou und sein Blutsbruder Old Shatterhand befinden sich im Kampf gegen weiße Verbrecher, die den Frieden zwischen den Indianern und der amerikanischen Regierung gefährden. Als Dokument der Versöhnung soll die schöne Häuptlingstochter Ribana einen weißen Offizier heiraten, an deren Seite sich aber Winnetou sein Glück erhofft hat. (ORF)
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The book of the same title, which I read with pleasure several times in my childhood and adulthood, has the desire for revenge against Santero, the solo digressions of Old Shatterhand in disguise as a detective, the journey to the Mexican border – and you have to forget about all of it. Harald Reinl went about it from the ground up, grasping at plot strings that in the books remained only in the flashbacks of the memories of the supporting characters. Unlike most adaptations of literary works, however, this was a miraculously correct decision. Even years after I first devoured this duo full of ideals, I'm still as glued to the screen as ever. The combination of adventure and romance has perhaps never been this perfectly balanced before or since. ()
Winnetou 2 war für mich immer die Nummer drei der Filmtrilogie, weil er bei weitem nicht an die Spannung des ersten Films und die überwältigende emotionale Offensive von Winnetou III heranreicht. Definitiv das schwächste Glied. Trotzdem wäre ohne "DDRibanna" dieses dreiteilige Kinoepos unvollständig. ()
Yeah, the music is beautiful, the scenery around Plitvice Lakes is gorgeous (I consider the idea of filming in the former Yugoslavia to be an absolutely brilliant move by the German filmmakers), and the Serbian gym teacher Gojko Mitic has muscles like a real Indian (lol), but as an avid reader of May’s book, I can’t avoid nitpicking, what on earth (if it's called Vinnetou) does this have to do with the source material? The answer is clear: nothing, nothing at all. In this regard, I can't help but think of the undeserved scolding of the Tolkien nerds in connection with Jackson's Lord of the Rings, but in the case of Vinnetou we can't even talk about the basic plot skeleton. This film trilogy has absolutely nothing in common with the books (aside from a few points of contact in the first part), and I’m forced to endure the screenwriter's banal plot, although – yes – nicely filmed. Still, I have fond memories of my childhood, when I used to relive all Vinnetou's adventures in a crowded cinema and passionately collect movie stills. ()
The heroic Apache chief learns that you can’t sit on two chairs at once. He wants to be a tough guy while also getting under the fluttering skirt of Ribanna by killing a man in a bear costume! But what can you do when your competition is a leading Italian comedy actor with sky-blue eyes? As a Scottish papillon hunter would say, that’s unfair! Of course, there’s the white brother who crushes villains’ chins and uses his weight to crush Hatátitlá’s back. Gojko Mitić again looks as if his steroid locker has been robbed, and Count Nosferatu exits towards the sun in an unexpectedly trivial manner. The nostalgia-powered time machine starts up again during the summer holidays, despite the naïveté sticks jammed into its mechanism. Plus, it supports tourism, because when else can you visit Texas and New Mexico between Postojna and Split? ()
This is another classic for me, and there's just nothing to be done about it. Even though today I see how naive it is, how it might try too hard for humor just to keep things entertaining and not bogged down by serious themes, it remains a film that I always enjoy, and it's beautiful precisely because of its individual characters and honorable heroes. ()