ID:A - Frau ohne Vergangenheit

Like the Bourne films, only shot worse, not logic-driven (written by a guy who thinks it's a good idea to ride down a 50-foot escalator on a railing), and horribly non-action-packed, especially in the action scenes. All this spiced up with a superhumanly retarded script, a central character you want to murder, and a budget that falls short of the filmmakers' original ambitions. Christiansen tries rather hard and manages to embellish some scenes with some pleasantly inventive flourishes. On the other hand, he tips the balance back the other way by his reliable inability to shoot the night exteriors in such a way that doesn't leave the confused viewer wondering why the screen is suddenly turning off and on. How this crossed the borders of Denmark, perhaps only Film Europe knows. (29.08.2013)

A strong resemblance to Agent Bourne, but in female form. However, both the story and its execution fall somewhat short. In some places, it even slips down to B-movie territory in the more action-packed scenes, which is probably what bothered me the most. Nevertheless, the film does have a fairly decent atmosphere, and a definite win is the performance of the lead actress. It's watchable primarily thanks to Tuva Novotny. (20.03.2020)

The Danes have created their own version of Agent Bourne. She's a woman and she's in a thriller where she's forgotten her past. However, it certainly doesn't unfold at a breakneck pace, but at a very leisurely pace, with the film's theme at times turning into a dramatic romance rather than remaining a thriller. It just didn't work for me. (18.02.2018)

I’m glad that at least someone brings some prestige to my last name. Tuva Novotny is absolutely endearing in this movie. I mean, she is endearing wherever she appears, but here the ignorance and uncertainty associated with her memory loss made her into a complete baby. On top of that, she looked very pretty. The film is quite simple, to be honest. It begins with Tuva waking up in the rubble by the river and remembering nothing. Then she arrives in the nearest village, all dirty, sweaty and bloodied, and some French guy accommodates her, pours her a glass of Beaujolais and doesn’t ask any questions. If it were me, I’d call the cops, but I understand it had to be different for the film. And that’s not the only scene in the movie that felt like this. Still, it was pleasant to watch, even though it wasn’t the best film ever made. But Tuva raised it to another level. (26.11.2012)