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Natalia Avelon as Uschi Obermaier (Photo: Music Box Films/Dokument Films)

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EIGHT MILES HIGH
Directed by
Achim Bornhak
Produced by
Eberhard Junkersdorf & Dietmar Güntsche
Written by
Bornhak & Olaf Kraemer, based on the book High Times by Kraemer & Uschi Obermaier
Released by
Music Box Films/Dokument Films
German with English subtitles
Germany. 114 minutes. Not Rated
With Natalia Avelon, David Scheller, Matthias Schweighöfer, Milan Peschel, Georg Friedrich, Alexander Scheer, Victor Norén & Friederike Kempter

Uschi Obermaier (played by Natalia Avelon) is first seen sobbing over a pyre, naked on a Mexican beach in 1983 before her biopic flashes back to her running away from her conservative parents’ home in Munich 15 years earlier. She’ll soon be naked in Berlin, London, India, Pakistan, on the road, on magazine covers, in limousines, and deserts, leaving in her wake anarchists, rock stars, movie producers, and paparazzi.

Obermaier’s exuberant freedom with her body first got her plucked out of a local teen dance club onto a magazine cover. That provided her entrée into West Berlin’s Kommune 1 and into the busy bed of its charismatic spokesman Rainer Langhans (shaggy-haired Matthias Schweighöfer, one of the few male actors in the film to join Avelon in full-frontal exposure). While she’s much more interested in following his detailed instructions on how to give better head than his political indoctrination, she flamboyantly joins in the street protests and arrests. Even the groups pompous intellectuals discover a singular truth when all the media coverage focuses on her—“Sex sells!”

 

She and Rainer travel to swinging London to ask the Rolling Stones to perform at a concert, and she’s quickly smitten with both of the Glimmer Twins. Physically, Alexander Scheer well captures the chain-smoking Keith Richards, and Victor Norén the swaggering Mick Jagger, though their English accents waver. 

 

While Obermaier is more than a groupie, she does not seem to have been a muse like Patti Boyd and Marianne Faithfull (though “As Tears Go By,” one of the many period songs covered on the soundtrack, plays while she cavorts with the song’s writers). She seems to have been a template for the beautiful-model-bedding-rock-god formula (though she lacks the sense of humor her California counterpart Pamela Des Barres displayed in her memoir I'm With the Band: Confessions of a Groupie).

 

In addition to costume designer Petra Kray’s extravagantly vintage clothes (when Obermaier does barely cover herself), Eight Miles High is refreshingly different from other ‘60’s nostalgia trips for being told from Obermaier’s point of view and when it spotlights how “free love” men were pretty much jealous, controlling chauvinist pigs with disturbingly violent tendencies that Obermaier seems to have either gotten off on or tolerated to an unexplained extent. (One ex accuses her of being “a lust machine,” while another is surprised that she’d—temporarily—leave him despite being tied up and raped.) When a photographer earlier asks her to look shy or embarrassed as she poses topless, she instead looks at him defiantly and disrobes more, challenging the baby face naïveté of post-war erotica.

 

Her image tantalizes adventurer and club owner Dieter Bockhorn (David Scheller), and he comes back to Hamburg from exploring the deepest Africa to sweep her off her feet (though she’s on top frequently), promising to build a bus just for the two of them to travel the world. Turning down Keith’s drugs and producer Carlo Ponti’s long-term contract for movies, she sets off with Dieter on an endless summer quest, filled with groovy, if volatile, love vibes. Their bucolic odyssey climaxes at a formal Hindu wedding extravaganza that almost rivals any Bollywood imperial nuptials, after they have convinced a local maharani that they are royalty. And for the breathless European press following them, they are. 

 

By the time they, somehow, get the magic bus to a hippie beach in Mexico years later, Obermaier seems to have crossed paths with every continental celebrity or trend, with her make-up intact. One expects to see the surfing Paskowitz family from the documentary Surfwise to join them around the campfire before a Stone rolls by again. While Eight Miles High well evokes the decade when Obermaier caught the Zeitgeist, it does finally seem like she, and this film, travel long and self-indulgently to find out that, even on her own terms, freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose. Nora Lee Mandel
July 11, 2008

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