Arendt fans will be shocked to see Amy McKenna's portrayal of the cool-headed thinker in the early scenes: giggling, girlish, and nervous. Slutty too. Early trysts show an Arendt who cannot wait to give it away, melting in the hands of a Heidegger, who's as transparent and manipulatively lecherous as any playground child molester. In his office, he cries that their meeting has been "led by a force that transcends social morality!" while his hands fumble after Arendt's teenaged tit. It's icky and feels historically and dramatically irrelevant.

Nothing in the execution of this naughty thing suggests that these are two of the 20th Century's great minds. The addition of actual snippets of Arendt and Heidegger's correspondence to the dialogue doesn't help matters: People usually don't talk the way they write, and no one talks the way Arendt and Heidegger wrote.

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