And somehow this lonely West also has a lot of the East that actually exists: It is a place where dreams have been lost, where indifference grows between hatred and powerlessness. (...)
The way Torsten Krug stages the crude story, the brawling and drinking soon seems so absurd that it sometimes resembles a comic strip. With situations that seem unbelievable. With extremely striking types that do not develop, at most disguise. But they even get heart-rending sides from the rough togetherness. And yet it remains a strange pleasure to watch them.
City magazine Streicher