This is just the opposite. A film that is predictable and clichéd but it picks all the right ones and executes them perfectly. I wanted to be really pissed off at a film that sees the lead character's arrival in Japan greet him with a strip club followed by a soapy, followed by meeting the most adorable homeless and poetic Butoh dancer you'll ever know ... orientalism at its worst. But damn, I was teary eyed through almost the entire film and took time during the cheesy parts to blow my nose.
When Trudi learns that her husband Rudi is dangerously ill, she suggests visiting their children in Berlin without telling him the truth. As Franzi and Karl don't care much about their parents, Trudi and Rudi go to the Baltic Sea, where Trudi suddenly dies. Rudi is thrown out of gear, even more when he learns that his wife wanted to live a totally different life in Japan...