Perhaps the perfect film to see after der goldene handschuh, as its also a film about drunkards who aren’t particularly nice people – this time a 51 year old woman who prefers cats to people and a louche conman and part-time cocaine dealer. They both happen to be gay, but somewhat marvellously, this is secondary in the plot.
They may be unbearable to know, but they lead lives worth living, not least when they start enhancing and then forging private letters from the Great and the Good.
If you’re looking for that sort of stuff, lots of ground is covered in the discussion about authenticity in art, but if you’re not, it never takes itself so seriously that its at any time less than a charming drama.
It may not have ambitions towards any great profundity, but why on earth should it?