A film by Radu Jude. In Romanian with German subtitles.

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A video goes viral. It shows a man and a woman having sex while wea­ring masks. The woman is, nevert­hel­ess, iden­ti­fied. Too bad she is a tea­cher and sup­po­sed to be a role model. And this, moreo­ver, in a (post-socia­list but ulti­m­ate­ly any) socie­ty that is about to get lost in a social net­work dis­cour­se of would-be heal­ing sque­aky-clean atti­tu­des, pseu­do-poli­ti­cal kno­wing-it-all, sanc­ti­mo­nious chau­vi­nism and gro­tes­que con­spi­ra­cy theo­ries. Everyone has an opi­ni­on. The deba­te turns into a tri­bu­nal – about con­sen­su­al sex, por­no­gra­phy and more.
Always up for inno­va­ti­ve cine­ma­tic expe­ri­ments, Radu Jude has craf­ted from this con­stel­la­ti­on an intel­li­gent, sati­ri­cal tri­ptych: with its non­cha­lant­ly pre­cise came­ra­work and manic humour found in the stress of ever­y­day life on Bucharest’s streets, the first part shows us what con­tem­po­ra­ry cine­ma at the docu­men­ta­ry-fic­tion inter­face can look like. The second part is an off­beat series of laco­nic, sta­tic images inten­ded as an ency­clo­paed­ia of the sym­bols of our time. The film’s grand – albeit open-ended – fina­le is a dis­cus­sion held at the school in which jud­ge­ment is pas­sed on our heroine’s right to exist.

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Babardeală cu bucluc sau por­no balamuc
Rumänien / Luxemburg / Kroatien / Tschechische Republik 2021, 108 Min., rumä­ni­sche OmU
Regie, Buch: Radu Jude
Kamera: Marius Panduru
Schnitt: Cătălin Cristuțiu
mit Katia Pascariu, Claudia Ieremia, Olimpia Mălai, Nicodim Ungureanu, Alexandru Potocean

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Ein Film von Kelly Reichardt

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Josh, Dena und Harmon pla­nen ein Fanal gegen die Gleichgültigkeit einer über­tech­ni­sier­ten Welt. Ruhig und kon­zen­triert zeich­net Kelly Reichardt die Bewegungen der drei auf, ihre kon­spi­ra­ti­ven Treffen, die Organisation des Materials, die Fahrt zum spä­te­ren Tatort. Night Moves ent­fal­tet sich als küh­ler, prä­zi­ser Zeitlupenthriller. Später müs­sen sich die drei mit der Frage des gegen­sei­ti­gen Vertrauens aus­ein­an­der­set­zen. Sind sie tat­säch­lich eine Gruppe und ver­fol­gen ein gemein­sa­mes Ziel? 
 Reichardts Figuren sind auch hier auf der Reise und ste­hen dabei sich selbst über­las­sen am Rand. Wie schon Bill Oldham in Old Joy, der vom Verschwinden einer Freundschaft erzähl­te, oder Michelle Williams in Wendy & Lucy, der vom Aufenthalt in der Fremde han­del­te, und von Armut. In Meek’s Cutoff  beweg­te sich eine Siedlergruppe durchs Niemandsland des Westens, das zum Grab wird. Night Moves bie­tet sei­nen Protagonisten zwar das Umfeld von Gleichgesinnten, mit denen sie leben, aber sie bege­hen eine radi­ka­le Tat, die sie von den ande­ren unter­schei­det und in die Isolation treibt. Kelly Reichardt ver­mag es dabei ganz selbst­ver­ständ­lich Genrekino mit Gesellschaftsanalyse auf­zu­la­den. 

„In gewis­ser Weise berührt die­se Struktur, die auch Night Moves beschreibt, auch die Geschichte des Radikalismus. Ich bin in den 1970er Jahren auf­ge­wach­sen, habe die Geschehnisse um Patty Hearst und Angela Davis mit­er­lebt, die Nachwirkungen der Weather-Underground-Bewegung, oder auch in jün­ge­rer Zeit die Aktionen der Earth Liberation Front. Es stellt sich ja zumeist erst mal ein gewis­ser Enthusiasmus ein, wenn die wie­der eine gan­ze Flotte von Hummer-Geländewagen in die Luft spren­gen, danach aber denkt man sich, ver­dammt, jetzt sit­zen die­se jun­gen Menschen im Gefängnis, bis sie vier­zig sind, und über­all ste­hen Millionen von Hummer-Autos rum, war es das wirk­lich wert? Ich glau­be, dass alle die­se radi­ka­len Bewegungen irgend­wann immer selbst­be­züg­li­cher wer­den, sich immer mehr ihre eige­ne Wirklichkeit schaf­fen, dann kommt irgend­wann Egoismus auf, Paranoia, Isolation, das scheint fast eine zwangs­läu­fi­ge Entwicklung zu sein.“ (Kelly Reichardt)

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USA 2013 ,  112 Min.
engl. OmU 

Regie:  Kelly Reichardt

Buch: Kelly Reichardt,  Jon Raymond
Kamera: Christopher Blauvelt
Schnitt: Kelly Reichardt 

mit: Jesse Eisenberg, Dakota Fanning,  Peter Sarsgaard

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A film by Alexandre Koberidze.

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A chan­ce encoun­ter at the gates of a school in Kutaisi in Georgia. Lisa and Giorgi bump into each other and a book falls to the ground. Clearly dazed, they arran­ge a date wit­hout even having told each other their names. It is love at first sight and, as if enchan­ted, things begin to come to life: the sur­veil­lan­ce came­ra beco­mes an evil eye, the drain­pipe an ora­cle, they clo­se their eyes and – ding! The lovers are cur­sed, con­dem­ned to wake up the next day loo­king com­ple­te­ly dif­fe­rent. But it is pre­cis­e­ly this super­na­tu­ral obs­ta­cle to them mee­ting again which beco­mes their ticket to a world ruled enti­re­ly by the magic of the ever­y­day – in all its simp­le beau­ty, ten­der come­dy and an enthu­si­asm for foot­ball that infects young and old ali­ke, even the phleg­ma­tic street dog Vardy.
As in Let the Summer Never Come Again, it is the poet­ry of aim­less­ness that enables Alexandre Koberidze to make visi­ble and nar­rata­ble in cine­ma ever­y­thing that we rare­ly per­cei­ve in the rea­li­ty of our ever­y­day lives. Get your ligh­ters out becau­se, as Gianna Nannini is allo­wed to sing so fer­vent­ly in this gem of a film, the nights are inde­ed magical.

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Ras vkhe­davt, rode­sac cas vuku­rebt?
DE/GE 2021, 150 Minuten, geor­gisch mit dt. Untertiteln,
Regie: Alexandre Koberidze
Kamera: Faraz Fesharaki
Schnitt: Alexandre Koberidze
mit: Ani Karseladze, Giorgi Bochorishvili, Oliko Barbakadze, Giorgi Ambroladze, Vakhtang Panchulidze, Sofio Tchanishvili, Irina Chelidze, David Koberidze, Sofio Sharashidze

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a film by Ramon und Silvan Zürcher

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Over the cour­se of two days and one night, as Lisa moves out of the apart­ment she has shared with Mara and into the one whe­re she will live alo­ne, many things will break and some will be repai­red.
Like the titu­lar spider’s web, the film has a per­fect, fra­gi­le geo­me­try. Set almost enti­re­ly in inte­ri­ors, it is also an invol­un­t­a­ry sum­ma­ry of the para­do­xi­cal age of the pan­de­mic. The tran­si­ti­on from one abo­de to ano­ther, and the ener­gy that is released bet­ween one sto­ry ending and ano­ther begin­ning, puts the enti­re ensem­ble into an alte­red sta­te of grace. This crea­tes a sort of seduc­ti­ve jam ses­si­on, rep­le­te with the evo­ca­ti­ve pre­sence of tot­emic ani­mals. It is, as they say at one point, “As if a secret force were hol­ding ever­y­thing tog­e­ther”. This weird magne­tism comes from the Zürcher brot­hers’ orga­nic wri­ting and direc­ting. Once again, framing, sca­le and deep focus are all essen­ti­al ele­ments of their cine­ma­tic lan­guage, while the editing orchestra­tes the­mes and figu­res at a relent­less pace. This leads to con­stant for­mal ten­si­on bet­ween move­ments, gazes, sounds, colours and details, which all sup­port each other as if part of a diz­zy­ing house of cards.

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CH 2021, 98 Min., deut­sche Fassung,
Regie: Ramon Zürcher, Silvan Zürcher
Kamera: Alex Haßkerl
Schnitt: Ramon Zürcher, Katharina Bhend
mit: Henriette Confurius, Liliane Amuat, Ursina Lardi, Flurin Giger, André M. Hennicke, Ivan Georgiev, Dagna Litzenberger Vinet, Lea Draeger, Sabine Timoteo, Birte Schnöink

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A film by Maria Speth. In German with English subtitles.

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Where does one feel at home? In Stadtallendorf, a German city with a com­plex histo­ry of both exclu­ding and inte­gra­ting for­eig­ners, geni­al tea­cher Dieter Bachmann offers his pupils the key to at least fee­ling as if they are at home. Aged bet­ween twel­ve and four­teen, the­se pupils come from twel­ve dif­fe­rent nati­ons; some have not quite mas­te­red the German lan­guage. On the brink of reti­re­ment, Bachmann is eager to inspi­re the­se citi­zens-in-the-making with a sen­se of curio­si­ty for a wide ran­ge of crafts, sub­jects, cul­tures and opi­ni­ons. Watching this absor­bing, sen­si­ti­ve docu­men­ta­ry, one is over­whel­med with the rea­li­sa­ti­on that, if only all child­ren were bles­sed with such emo­tio­nal­ly intel­li­gent, ever-pati­ent edu­ca­tors, con­flict would be miti­ga­ted via dis­cus­sion and John Lennon’s “Imagine” could be our rea­li­ty. Those who, like film­ma­ker Maria Speth and her cine­ma­to­grapher Reinhold Vorschneider, are able to reco­g­ni­se and high­light so beau­tiful­ly not only the importance of edu­ca­ti­on but also what a quiet­ly spec­ta­cu­lar pro­cess it can be, are heroes in their own right, too.

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DE 2021, 217 Minuten, dt. OmeU
Regie: Maria Speth
Buch: Maria Speth, Reinhold Vorschneider
Kamera: Reinhold Vorschneider
Schnitt: Maria Spethm
mit: Dieter Bachmann, Aynur Bal, Önder Cavdar und den Schüler*innen der Klassen 6 b und 6 f

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A film by Emin Alper.

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The three sis­ters Reyhan (20), Nurhan (16) and Havva (13) all live with their father in a remo­te vil­la­ge in cen­tral Anatolia. One after the other they were sent away to town to work as house­maids, but each of them has now retur­ned. The last of the sis­ters to do so is Nurhan. She beat the local doctor’s son becau­se he wet his bed every night. When Reyhan retur­ned home pregnant, her father hasti­ly mar­ried her off to the she­p­herd, Veysel. One day, the ine­bria­ted Veysel rises up against the vil­la­ge elder; his actions have dra­ma­tic con­se­quen­ces. Even if the dream of a bet­ter future does not come true for any of the­se young women and they always seem to be get­ting into argu­ments with each other, they none­thel­ess stead­fast­ly stick tog­e­ther. While they wait for the snow-cover­ed roads to beco­me pas­sa­ble again, father and daugh­ters pass the time with stories.
Emin Alper, who grew up in the Anatolian moun­ta­ins hims­elf, unfolds his fairy tale in haun­ting images. He por­trays a socie­ty in which neither women nor men have a chan­ce to break their pre­de­ter­mi­ned cycle, and yet he still lea­ves room for hope

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Kız Kardeşler
Türkei/Deutschland/Niederlande/Griechenland 2019, 108 Min., tür­ki­sche OmU-Fassung
Buch und Regie: Emin Alper
Kamera: Emre Erkmen
Schnitt: Çiçek Kahraman
mit Cemre Ebüzziya, Ece Yüksel, Helin Kandemir, Kayhan Açıkgöz, Müfit Kayacan, Kubilay Tunçer

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A film by Joshua Bonnetta. Soon at the fsk.

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The clo­sing titles say The Two Sights was “coll­ec­ted” on various islands of the Outer Hebrides from 2017–19, but what does the film gather? There are the images, cap­tu­red on 16mm, which sur­vey all this ravis­hing land­scape con­ta­ins, taking in its rocky cliffs, bea­ches and plains, ali­ght­ing on its flo­ra and fau­na and the hou­ses and ships sprink­led over it, picking out curr­ents, reflec­tions and shifts in light. Then the­re are the sounds, recor­ded with the mic visi­ble in the first shots, kee­ning birds, the roaring wind, the cras­hing, gurg­ling, trick­ling of the water. In voice­over, a who­le antho­lo­gy of tales can be heard, nar­ra­ted in both English and Gaelic, sto­ries of dog ske­le­tons, drow­ned vil­la­ges, and fami­ly mem­bers pas­sing away, alt­hough songs, silence and the ship­ping fore­cast are just as at home the­re. But like any gre­at coll­ec­tion, it’s not about the indi­vi­du­al ele­ments, but how they over­lap, about how the crow han­ging on bar­bed wire con­ju­res up ano­ther sto­ry never told, about how the ripp­les seem to rever­be­ra­te along with the woman’s har­mo­nies, about how each anec­do­te floats over the rus­hing air. Sight by eye, sight by ear, two sights that ripp­le and flow together.

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CA, UK 2020, 90 Min., gälisch, eng­li­sche OmU
Regie, Buch, Kamera, Ton, Schnitt, Musik, Sound Design: Joshua Bonnetta

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