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After re-watching ''Christiane F.'' I decided that what makes me love this movie more than anything is how it portrays Berlin as this very urban, nocturnal place inhabited by half-dead smackheads. I don't think the book is better, it just contains so much more dialogue which Uli Edel left out in favour of the cliched language you'd normally associate with someone naive falling flat on their arse because of drugs. Some of the humour on the book, as well as the mean language, is so cut out it always makes it more enjoyable for me to watch as a landscape sort of film.
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