tangential coincidental shoulder-rubs (via foot, bike, or car) leading through institutions, open spaces, money, warm/ cold, and melting and/ or void relationships with a thin spread of tragedy on top. Petzold has his palette, and this one is a treat.
5/10. Petzold relies on another extremely contrived plot, then dishes up an ending that makes no sense even within that plot concept. I'm not buying it anymore this time. Also didn't buy Sabine Timoteo's pursed-lipped, viciously exploitative character getting people to do what she wants. Hummer was better than in other films, though. An aurally stylized film.
A perfect short story that could only ever exist on film. Petzold gets the most out of people we know next to nothing about, with a camera that jumps around spaces so that they seem so close and so far away at the same time. Propelled by a deeply felt confusion, not the "emotionally numb," as the Mubi caption implies.