Arne Körner

A sparkling documentary portrait of Dietrich Kuhlbrodt, now retired in Blankenese, following his witty daily routines, reflections on past roles (Prussian disciplinarian, Hitler parodist, public prosecutor, quirky supporting actor), and memories of Brigitte, whose room and presence still linger.

Speedy, merciless and with plenty of black humor Gasman shows the picture of a man searching for his inner soul.

At the heart of the story is the clapperboard, the beginning and end of every magical shot. A symphony.

In a world of light, movement, and nature, the film unfolds in each image—not as a story, but as a continuous flow of impressions that connect and develop in their intensity. Light breaks, moves, reflects, sneaks through the density of landscapes and places. It is a journey without a goal, a dive into moments that unfold from the constant interaction of light, life, and landscape.

A transformation in time and space. An extreme stress situation between collapse and silence. The sound is working against the caustic terror. The Guys vs. stone fruits.

It feels as if a thriller is unfolding, but here the things themselves are at the center; they create tension, silently yet eloquently telling the story of the secret that the island holds.

A sparkling documentary portrait of Dietrich Kuhlbrodt, now retired in Blankenese, following his witty daily routines, reflections on past roles (Prussian disciplinarian, Hitler parodist, public prosecutor, quirky supporting actor), and memories of Brigitte, whose room and presence still linger.

Speedy, merciless and with plenty of black humor Gasman shows the picture of a man searching for his inner soul.

Speedy, merciless and with plenty of black humor Gasman shows the picture of a man searching for his inner soul.

Speedy, merciless and with plenty of black humor Gasman shows the picture of a man searching for his inner soul.

At the heart of the story is the clapperboard, the beginning and end of every magical shot. A symphony.

At the heart of the story is the clapperboard, the beginning and end of every magical shot. A symphony.

At the heart of the story is the clapperboard, the beginning and end of every magical shot. A symphony.

In a world of light, movement, and nature, the film unfolds in each image—not as a story, but as a continuous flow of impressions that connect and develop in their intensity. Light breaks, moves, reflects, sneaks through the density of landscapes and places. It is a journey without a goal, a dive into moments that unfold from the constant interaction of light, life, and landscape.

In a world of light, movement, and nature, the film unfolds in each image—not as a story, but as a continuous flow of impressions that connect and develop in their intensity. Light breaks, moves, reflects, sneaks through the density of landscapes and places. It is a journey without a goal, a dive into moments that unfold from the constant interaction of light, life, and landscape.

In a world of light, movement, and nature, the film unfolds in each image—not as a story, but as a continuous flow of impressions that connect and develop in their intensity. Light breaks, moves, reflects, sneaks through the density of landscapes and places. It is a journey without a goal, a dive into moments that unfold from the constant interaction of light, life, and landscape.

A transformation in time and space. An extreme stress situation between collapse and silence. The sound is working against the caustic terror. The Guys vs. stone fruits.

It feels as if a thriller is unfolding, but here the things themselves are at the center; they create tension, silently yet eloquently telling the story of the secret that the island holds.

A portrait develops. Slowly peels the image, whose content seems more and more unclear. Is it lifeless as a photographic print or is there something living?

Center of the story is a vinyl pressing plant. It is the biography of a thing, this machine. She told us with every movement and every sound her own story.

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Paris: the 12th arrondissement, the Aligre market. A road with more than forty fruit and vegetable stands. Pure Vitamin C! Day by day tons of goods are moving. The Total condensing: buyers and sellers of all stripes dealing and strolling. The Aligre is a place of cultures, a symphony of things: oranges, apples, mangoes they are all the stars of the moment in a dense crowd of shouting, hunger, trade and enjoyment. A unique piece of Paris!

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