another one of petzold's peculiar, disappointed noirs. its heroes are not forever young and forever tragic. they have family ties and enjoy home-cooked ducks. they collect nostalgias in their wrinkles and unsentimental victories in their tarnished silvers, harder to keep than to acquire. their lustre is gone, they don't play for the sake of the game, of an affected ennui or a compulsive need to stand out, but
4.5 Dropping everything for Petzold and Graf re-evaluation. Made For Television. "A (wo)man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, (s)he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses, and individuals. A short time before (s)he dies, (s)he discovers that that patient labyrinth of lines trace the lineaments of his (her) own face."