My suspension of disbelief collapsed when everything went James Bond & the German soldier began to have sexy times with a Chukchi woman when he is close to death. I’m not saying that it couldn’t happen or that it was the point of As Far As My Feet Will Carry Me, but the whole thing just fell apart for me at that point. Two wrongs don’t make a right, but hard to feel sympathetic with a German POW–not condoning any violations of Geneva conventions, but his understandably idyllic memories of his past were a bit hard to deal with & his culpability is only dealt with near the end of the movie. Also I think that a lot was lost in translation because there were no subtitles for the German audience so they could feel his confusion as he tried to communicate with different people in different regions whereas everything is subtitled for American viewers. Good effort, but the emotion & story didn’t feel authentic to me. Lest you say that I am hypocritical if you remember my glowing review of A Woman in Berlin, I think that it is just a case of my BS detector working.