Saturday, October 20, 2007

Letters From Germany: Moritz Bleibtreu

After watching the DVD "Taking Sides" (2001) the other night, I thought I'd do a posting on one of my favorite German actors. To date, I've had the chance to see in "In July" (Im Juli), "Run Lola Run" (Lola Rennt), "The Experiment" (Das Experiment), and "Munich".

Moritz Bleibtreu (born August 13, 1971 in Munich) is the son of actress Monica Bleibtreu and actor Hans Brenner, and the great-grand-nephew of the actress Hedwig Bleibtreu.

Bleibtreu grew up in Hamburg. His first appearance on TV was in the late seventies on a children's television series called Neues aus Uhlenbusch, written by his mother Monica and Rainer Boldt. Next roles in Boldts Ich hatte einen Traum and beside his mother Monica in miniseries Mit meinen heißen Tränen. After he left school when he was 16, he lived in Paris and New York City where he attended acting school. In 1992 he began his acting career at the age of 21 at the Schauspielhaus in Hamburg. He also had numerous small parts in television productions.

He is best known for his starring roles in Knockin' On Heaven's Door (1997), Run Lola Run (1998), Im Juli (2000), Lammbock (2001), Das Experiment (2001), Solino (2002), Agnes and His Brothers (2004), Munich (2005), The Keeper: The Legend of Omar Khayyam (2005), and Elementarteilchen (2006). At the moment, Moritz is playing his role in new Paul Schrader's film "The Walker". Woody Harrelson and Kristin Scott Thomas play the leads. The other actors are Willem Dafoe, Lauren Bacall and Lily Tomlin. The film will is currently being filmed in London.

Bleibtreu role in Oskar Röhler's film adaptation "Elementary Particles" based on the same named novel by French author Michel Houellebecq, won him a Silver Bear (the German version of the Oscar) in 2006. Yeah, he can act, and he has the rugged good-looks to match. Find out more about him at his website:

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Now, here's a poem that knows how to read its lines:

A Speaker Assuming Multiple Elations

Next, we try it in Technicolor.

She wears a porch swing. I wear a slamming door. Ears
of corn. Buckets of nails. Held captive for a whole week
in a linen closet. Or maybe the true confession of a stray
bullet in lukewarm water. A longing to harness the same
horse. "This time I want to be the doctor", she insist, as
if the stethoscope could be taken seriously. "I don't care
as long as I get to bugger the vampire in the end", I reply,
making sure the rain coat is the right size. A surgical
procedure as seen on TV. An S&M dungeon without a
sound system. Using my own bullet. Or maybe the fig
leaves are really plastic...

googly-eyed worlds of near sighted voyeurs...

then wearing nothing but our birthday cards.
Orange juice with the seeds still in it. A knife
spreading cream cheese on rye toast.

Then two weeks later, we receive this urgent
message from a Transylvanian probate lawyer.

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