Modern buildings, backyards, small grocery stores, pub goers, card players, people taking a stroll, the charm of faded bourgeois mansions and the suburbs of the industry: factory grounds, chimneys and cranes, the shabby houses of the workers, the harbour, ships on the river Ruhr, a child in the street. This portrait of a city with its unique score of Dieter Süverkrüp’s jazzy, sometimes dissonant guitar, a Jew’s harp and the driving beat of the metronome was not very popular with politicians and the media: too ugly, too grey. It was to take almost twenty years (when the Mülheim depicted in the film had largely disappeared) before the Rheinische Post newspaper stated: “simply sensational.”
– Grit Lemke