I watched this movie because someone told me that Fassbinder made more than forty movies in fifteen years, and at the time I was having a quarter-life crisis revolving around the question of how to crack the nut of being prolific. So I watched it to figure that out, and it was transcendent but casually so. Then later someone told me that Fassbinder achieved his output by consuming lots of meth (or the sixties version of meth) and never sleeping and that he died at thirty-seven, so I decided being prolific wasn’t for me because I want to meet my grandkids and get foot massages.