Michael Thomas
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Tessa Götticher
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Hans-Michael Rehberg
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Inge Maux
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Claudia Martini
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Georg Friedrich
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Natalya Baranova
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Silvana Sansoni
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Amir Kozman
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Ibrahim Isiktas
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Rosa Schmidl
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Michael Thomas | Tessa Götticher | Hans-Michael Rehberg | |||
Inge Maux | Claudia Martini | Georg Friedrich | |||
Natalya Baranova | Silvana Sansoni | Amir Kozman | |||
Ibrahim Isiktas | Rosa Schmidl |
Michael Thomas | Tessa Götticher | ||
Hans-Michael Rehberg | Inge Maux | ||
Claudia Martini | Georg Friedrich | ||
Natalya Baranova | Silvana Sansoni | ||
Amir Kozman | Ibrahim Isiktas | ||
Rosa Schmidl |
A blackly comic exercise in unrelenting discomfort, Seidl’s latest is every bit as bleak as one would expect from Austrian cinema’s reigning enfant terrible. But underneath the unpleasantries lies a melancholic, perversely moving lament to a man haunted by the ghosts of his glory days, much like the abandoned streets of a tourist town in the depths of winter.