One of my all time favorites.

Am i the only one who thinks........Average?

The performances transcend the film's tropes, grounding it in characters that feel more complete than this subgenre often produces.

Great example of an old-fashioned, pure-at-heart escapist event movie that doesn't pretend to be anything that it's not and has boat loads of fun being its own ludicrous self.

"In the midnight hour, she cried, 'more, more, more'", or, if you will, "You're more than life to me, more than eternity, and the more I know of you, all the more I love you." And it just make me remember a day before today, a day when you were young.More is a fantastic example of counterculture of the 1960s.

I didn't find it as terrible as some people. It's really a chronicle of the times (1967). Klaus Grünberg is an innocent young German lad who meets the American girl Mimsy Farmer at a party in Paris. The chief reason they're there is so that Grünberg's good friend, Michel Chanderli, can sneak into the bedroom where all the coats have been flung and go through the pockets looking for money. That's how poor the two of them are.But, having met Farmer, Grünberg is struck with her and pursues her to the paradisiacal island of Ibiza, where he finds her somehow mixed up with a vaguely genial Landsmann named Wolf. The sun is blazing, the buildings are white, the scenery magnificent, and the descent into the maelstrom begins. First she introduces him to "pot." He kind of likes it. Grünberg and Farmer sneak away from the town and from Wolf, and relocate to a mountaintop retreat where she reluctantly involves him in "horse" -- that is heroin -- showing him how to cook it and how to hold the tie with his teeth. She doesn't tempt him and in fact tries to discourage his use but before you know it they're both addicted and have stolen from Wolf and begged on the streets for more.Winter descends, the weather turns cold and bleak, the tourists depart and take their gaiety with them. We last see Farmer squirming around on the floor and screaming for a fix, and Grünberg OD's in a dark hallway and his body is sniffed out by a dog.It's a sad tale, rather like "The Panic in Needle Park", in which a user sadly watches his amour become hooked, except that in this case the addiction is unintended by both parties. You really DO get addicted too, because of something called the opponent process theory. Your body has a number of built-in receptors for naturally produced "happy" substances. If you begin using opiates, what happens is that your body adjusts to the new inputs, and develops still more "happy" receptors, so you need more heroin just to remain normal, never mind high.I didn't find either of the principles unlikable, but rather tragic because of their flaws. Grünberg isn't receptive to good advice, either from his friend Chanderli or from Farmer. He turns possessive because of his love for Farmer and slaps her around. She, in turn, loves him but she disappears mysteriously from time to time and seems to have nothing constructive in mind for the future. Both may be bad, in their own ways, but neither is evil. At the same time, there's barely any plot. I have no idea what the writers had in mind besides the exploitation of a prominent culture movement of the period.It's a thought-provoking movie too. The thought it provokes is, "They're living in this whitewashed Taj Mahal overlooking the Mediterranean and neither has a job worth mentioning. So where the hell is the money coming from?" That's the thought it provokes. I'd love to know the answer because Ibiza looks pretty tempting, regardless of the season.

In the late 60's, after graduating in Mathematics, the German Stefan Brückner (Klaus Grünberg) hitchhikes from Lübeck to Paris to see the world without money. He befriends Charlie (Michel Chanderli) in an arcade and they go to a party. When Stefan meets gorgeous American Estelle Miller (Mimsy Farmer) in the party, Charlie advises him to stay away from her. However, the straight Stefan falls in love with Estelle and after breaking in a house with Charlie to rob, he follows her to Ibiza. Stefan seeks out the hotel of his fellow citizen Dr. Ernesto Wolf (Heinz Engelmann) where Estelle is lodged. He asks her to leave the place and stay with him in an isolated seaside house. Before leaving the hotel, Estelle steals some money and a pack from Wolf. Sooner Stefan learns that Estelle had stolen 200 doses of heroin and he decides to try one fix with her, in the beginning of his trip to hell. "More" is a cult-movie from the late 60 that became famous due to the music score by Pink Floyd. The film is a sort of response to the counterculture of apology to the drugs of the 60's and 70's and is dated in the present days. My great interest to see "More" was the Pink Floyd soundtrack, and I found it s great film, developed in slow pace to a predictable climax in the very end. Mimsy Farmer is amazing in the role of a destructive woman with face of angel but of death. My vote is seven.Title (Brazil): "More"

"More", maybe, is mostly remembered for the excellent soundtrack composed by Pink Floyd -in 1969 they weren't superstars yet. Actually they made an album with the film music, no fan can miss it!But this is also the first film of German-French director Barbet Schroeder: it's a cult movie. When it was released, censorship everywhere cut several scenes of sex and drugs. It is also one of the first films to treat explicitly the theme of drug slavery.A German boy travels to Paris and meets an American girl: they fall in love. Together they search for sun and exoticism. But it's a too high price love: she initiates him into drugs.In the Sixties anti-drug campaigns were not like today, there wasn't much information. On the contrary, in many milieus taking drugs was a sort of spiritual experience... So it's quite surprising to see a film of that period which describes a nightmarish heroin experience.The film is simple, not vulgar at all and shot in a "cinema-verité" style. Actors Mimsy Farmer and Klaus Grünberg are very convincing. "More" is a document of the end of the Sixties -and a document of the end of the hippies illusions as well.