When young medical student Jo Hauser (Barnaby Metschurat) leaves his small
town and his crippled brother for an internship at a Berlin hospital, he
quickly becomes aware of Professor Muller-LaRousse (Herbert Knaup) who holds
sway as a famous neurosurgean revered by a group of doctors chosen to be part
of his secret clan. Its purpose is to assist his revolutionary development
of computer-controlled muscle replacement and is based on disavowing the
Hippocratic Oath as an undesirable obstruction to advanced science, like his
project to build body parts for a master race.
Hauser is eventually invited to join and, after accepting all legal
responsibility for anything that may come of it, embraces the rare privilege
of being one of the insiders and an experimental guinea pig. Sexy doctor
Viktoria (Heike Makatsch) takes the innocent intern under her wing and inside
her panties for a chemically enhanced morale boost in the lab. It's her job
to keep him loyal and beyond the reach of nurse Lee (beautiful filipina Rosie
Alvarez), a stable, sensitive type who has fallen for the finer attributes of
the young intern.
Lee remains his island of sensibility even when she discovers that her boy
has volunteered to have synthetic muscles implanted in his legs in order to
beat everyone on the soccer field. It's not too long before unrestrained
experimentation turns diabolical and homicidal, as does any reason to take
any of it seriously.
The thing that kept me in my seat far longer than I had an inclination to
remain was the promise that brought me into the theatre in the first place:
Franka Potente (Run Lola Run, The Bourne Identity). While she was the central
figure of the original Anatomie, her alleged role in this story is so
hopelessly irrelevant, you can call it casting fraud. Her first appearance as
policewoman Paula Hennig cartoonishly tracking down the renegade doctors
comes so late in the piece that I thought I read the credits wrong, was in
the wrong theatre, or had tripped into an alternate universe. Obviously,
she's here solely for an infusion of marquee value and I was gypped.
Writer-director Stefan Ruzowitzky's well lubricated movie madness is an
overstimulated slasher-thriller in green scrubs, with Dr. Mengele hovering in
the background. It purports to be a sequel to his more successful horror film
at medical school, but this quest for power through bio-mechanics and
chemistry suffers from a banality drip and an over-rich diet of comic books.
The prognosis is not good.
~~ Jules Brenner