I imagine deep meaning in this movie. I can't see it, really, but can kind of imagine it. The inherent drama of the Berlin Wall (my brother patrolled that border during the Cold War), the contrast of Wall vs. No-Wall - these things changed lives, and families, and generations of families. Then there's the personal element of Swinton navigating all that physically, by bicycle, with her majestic physique.
But, somehow, it never touched me. I have no personal experience of the city (before or after Wall), or the wall (before or after Wall). All I see is a woman on a bike. A fascinating woman, admitted, but many fascinate. She's extraordinary, but this strikes my sensibilities as less than ordinary.