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.