Indifferent landscapes, refracting light, some lonely bird and the window to the sebum-laden living room made of patterned wallpaper and trivialities. Cut. Tenacious sequences inflate moments to cliff-hangers and shatter their tremulous spectatorship. Thundering leitmotifs – in constant intoxication by German disinterest – with no backrest or lederhosen. Black-red-gold at full mast, the cinema is dead.
Germany
Documentary,
Mystery
80 minutes
2022
Wiebke Thomsen

2014
5.0

1999
7.6

2019
7.0

2017
7.6

2017
8.2

2017
7.5

2021
8.0
2021
0.0

1995
7.6

2025
0.0

2025
6.9

2024
10.0

1993
0.0

2005
7.5

1976
8.5

1945
5.8

2021
7.5

2017
6.6

2025
9.0

1970
7.5