The relationship between Franz and Freud is somewhat interesting, but not really fleshed out terribly.

Here is a film that takes place during one of the most dramatic periods in history, but it's surprisingly dull and bland.

While "The Tobacconist" is always watchable, its inability to find meaning in a mess of uncooked symbolism prevents the movie from being worthy of Freud, and from doing justice to his parting words.

A melodrama without pain or glory, as worn as the ashes of a cigarette. [Full review in Spanish]