Nightsongs

A young couple in a big city. She is full of life and joie de vivre. All she wants is to be happy and have some fun. He is the father of their child. A writer, whose life has ground to a halt. Nobody wants to print his work; his hope of artistic success dwindles with every letter of rejection. He spends all day on the sofa, reading.
The young woman won’t let go; she wants more out of life. She encourages and cajoles him and tries to break out of the confines of her daily routine. Her parents-in-law announce their visit. They want to see their grandchild. And then they leave again, just as quickly as they appeared.
Partly because she is at a loss, but partly out of protest, the young woman spends the night roaming the city’s hotspots. She dances, flirts and has a good time. Everything she does barely conceals her desire for something more, something authentic and secure; for love, perhaps for security. She goes home again. Nothing has changed. And yet, everything is quite different. The night sings its own songs . . .
“This film is about a love that is no longer fulfilled; it is also about the absence of hope.” (Romuald Karmakar) —Berlinale