In 1984 East Berlin, an amanuensis of the cloak-and-dagger police, conducting surveillance on a author and his lover, finds himself condign increasingly absorbed by their lives.In 1984 Due east Berlin, an agent of the undercover police, conducting surveillance on a author and his lover, finds himself becoming increasingly absorbed past their lives.In 1984 East Berlin, an amanuensis of the secret constabulary, conducting surveillance on a writer and his lover, finds himself becoming increasingly absorbed past their lives.
Gerd Wiesler is an officer with the Stasi, the East German clandestine law. The moving-picture show begins in 1984 when Wiesler attends a play written by Georg Dreyman, who is considered by many to be the ultimate example of the loyal denizen. Wiesler has a gut feeling that Dreyman tin can't be every bit ideal as he seems, and believes surveillance is chosen for. The Minister of Culture agrees just but later does Wiesler learn that the Minister sees Dreyman as a rival and lusts after his partner Christa-Maria. The more than time he spends listening in on them, the more than he comes to intendance about them. The once rigid Stasi officeholder begins to intervene in their lives, in a positive way, protecting them whenever possible. Eventually, Wiesler'due south activities grab upwards to him and while there is no proof of wrongdoing, he finds himself in menial jobs - until the unbelievable happens. —garykmcd
Memories of the seventy'south and fourscore's visits in the German language Democratic Republic (Gdr) flood my mind while watching this film. Some are revolting, some comical and others are frightening. Equally a student of German, I visited the Gdr several times to run into pen pal friends. I retrieve ane friend looking around and whispering to me in the S-Bahn - but in case one of the many "IM's" (unofficial workers of the Stasi) was listening in.
I visited a representative of a magazine for western countries nearly the German democratic republic and spent one memorable weekend sightseeing with her. Near the end of my visit, she asked me if I would work for them regularly by writing my opinion of "German democratic republic Review" and its suitability for readers in the Due west. I would be paid in GDR coin to use during further visits. Subsequently politely refusing this "offer" ("The police at habitation might not similar information technology!"), I always had a sneaking suspicion that that was an effort by the Stasi to recruit me.
Years afterward I practical to encounter my "Stasi File". I will never forget the feeling deep inside me when I read in it: ".….is not suitable for our use due to his apparent connection to the police in his homeland." The beautiful, friendly lady in Dresden had been a Stasi informer all the time! All of my visits to the GDR and the people I visited were listed in that file. For me "The Lives of Others" is an accurate representation of that totalitarian state. I am glad that those times have ended.
