Speaking Flowers is a Super 8 film ironically overloaded with flowers and fairy tale film motifs. A film that begins like a supposed color therapy when opulent carpets of flowers blend into one another and yet gradually begin to crack when the harmonious floral world turns into artificial flowers and other decorative kitsch made of plastic rabbits and empathetic plastic deer, which impute an innerdialogical ambivalence to us with calendar-like phrases and establish ever more obtrusively how exhausted we feel after all. Meanwhile, the film grows into an absurd fairy-tale movie theatricality in which the only apparently humanoid being itself is a flower that leads us more and more through the diffuse events and yet abandons us in a void of floral profusion - a floral superabundance in which it
is never quite clear whether we are already in a swan song to the beauty of nature when the flowers ask themselves, "Am I the only one still alive?"