The Good German, the book: Excellent.
The Good German, the movie: WTF?
If I hadn’t read the book, I don’t think I’d have any idea what was going on. The characters were entirely unsympathetic. Instead of good people made bad by bad circumstances, they were all (with the exception of Clooney) a bunch of black roaches feeding off a dying city (not gray roaches, but thoroughly black). The plot was mishmash, confusing. It tried to follow the story through all three POVs, starting with the least sympathetic, moving to the most, then back to another unsympathetic character.
Jumping heads was supposed to clarify what is, in fact, a really complex plot. Instead, it needlessly complexified it (yes, I’m declaring that a word).
It was really terrible, and terribly dull, which is a shame.
It’s a great book.