What could Sartre have said to the RAF?

I saw the highly advertised Baader-Meinhof-Komplex. It's huge here in Germany, everyone makes a big fuss about it; cinemas are sold out, apparently, a lot of German people want to go see it (and I am not quite sure whether that is a good or a bad thing). Well, can be said about Baader-Meinhof-Komplex? It's long. It's really long. It's like the fucking never-ending story. Try to condense roughly 15 years of German history, the history of '68, the history of leftist terrorism, and the biography of three people to fit the screens, and you end up with a really long movie. Its makers tried to tell it all, and, as is often the case, they wound up saying pretty little.

I think the movie makes some quite questionable hints towards Islamic terrorism today (you see a lot of Arab/Palestinian training camps, terrorists, and the likes). I think the movie focuses very much on people and blood rather than on motivations and political background. I think I won't ever be able to see Bruno Ganz wearing a suit and a tight hair-do again without being reminded of Adolf Hitler. I'm pretty fed up with Moritz Bleibtreu, because it seems to me that he has merely been playing himself in the last movies he did. I absolutely loved Martina Gedeck; but the actress playing Gudrun Ensslin was pretty dull and monotonous. Just to tell you: She was wearing the same make-up during all the movie (variations of smokey eyes); and, I'm sorry, but why anyone would bother to run around with smokey eyes in prison is a complete mystery to me.

In those long, very long 2 and a half hours (which felt more like 150 minutes), there was one rather interesting part (at least, in my opinion): The situation of imprisonment of the first generation (so all the big shots, Baader, Meinhof, Ensslin). They sit in jail trying to somewhat prepare for their trials, and, more importantly, they try not to go completely nuts. So what do they do? They start to tear each other appart; fighting and questioning each other. I was reminded of that very telling phrase from Sartre's Huis Clos: "L'enfer, c'est les autres".