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This is a film that`s mostly known due to a soundtrack done by Pink Floyd at the time when the band was out of the Barrett domination period and was still looking for a new style. I guess there`s no need to describe the album here, for this actually is a film and not a music video. The story is following: Stefan, a young German, goes to Paris where he meets a young and sexy American chick Estelle. They fall in love easily and go together to Ibiza, where Estelle teaches the young man the pleasures and pains of taking drugs. They start off with marihuana, but it`s heroin that does the trick. And what`s the trick? Addiction of course. Stefan wants more and more (hence the title) yet he can`t get more and he can`t escape either. In the end he ODs and dies, just like you`d expect it from a film from late 60s, early seventies. In terms of style it`s quite similar to "Zabriskie point" and other movies my Antonioni, as well as to the French new wave, especially that goes for the abrupt ending which is a typical characteristic for films by Truffaut, Godard and other crazy fellows. The weirdest thing, apart from the music, was the language of the film. Barbet Schroeder is an Irani born German, Stefan is German, but he speaks with some accent in English most of the time, so does Estelle, yet some characters speak German between them, while others use French and still some others prefer Spanish. For me it was quite complicated, not being able to understand the Spanish and French parts (and non-removable subtitles in French didn`t help much with that). As for the film - it`s your basic story of sex, drugs and rock`n`roll and what you have in the end. By the way, it features a bit of Lesbian stuff, a thing I found to be strange for a film from this age. Even "Deep Throat" didn`t have that (as far as I remember). I guess, there`s no need to watch film like this, unless you want to be making out in the process or unless you`re a fan of Pink Floyd. Since I sadly had to skip the first point myself, I had to do with me being a fan, which was ok, but not as good, of course.