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  • Film aus Papier

    Hey guys and girls,

    Watch me read a little text the 14th of October! The topic: Cigarettes. The language: English. The teaser:

    Sometimes, people don’t just offer her a cigarette, but a light as well. How cute. And naive. They haven’t come to the conclusion I have about Ursula Behmke. You see, it’s funny, because they actually think she’s in urgent – dire – need of a smoke.

    They’re dead wrong. And here’s why.

    The info:

    FILM AUS PAPIER (Vol. 5) – Drehbuchautoren der dffb laden zur Lesung!

    Filmidee, Gedicht, Prosatext und Drehbuchszene. Humor, Milieustudie, Horror und Absurdität. Es sind keine Grenzen gesetzt. Taucht mit uns in unsere Welten ein, tauscht euch mit uns aus.

    Vol. 5: Mi, 14.10., 20.30 Uhr (an jedem 2. Mittwoch im Monat)
    Beginn: 20:30 Uhr

    EINTRITT FREI

    Sputnik Kino, Hasenheide 54, 10967 Berlin
    www.sputnik-kino.com

    See you then!

  • Kleinstkinderwochenheim

    Köpenick, Brandenburg.
    Köpenick, Brandenburg.
  • Berlin.

    Mitte, Berlin.
    Mitte, Berlin.
  • Brecht ist Everywhere

    Frankfurter Tor, Berlin.
    Frankfurter Tor, Berlin.
  • TV!

    Ostkreuz, Berlin
    Ostkreuz, Berlin
  • Rosa-Luxemburg

    Rosa-Luxemburg-Platz, Berlin.
    Rosa-Luxemburg-Platz, Berlin.

     

  • Office

    Treptow, Berlin
    Treptow, Berlin
  • The World Cup, or: How I stopped worrying and love the flag

    I arrived in Germany in the fall of 2006, right after Germany hosted the football world cup. Immediately, my first roommate told me I had arrived three months late – the Sommermärchen was over, there was nothing to experience in Berlin, the Winter would be long, cold and painful.

    Back then, I didn’t get this – how could something as trivial as a world cup be so exciting? Of course, Belgium hadn’t actually qualified for a cup since 2002 – where it was unanimously decided they had to rethink the entire team from the ground up and invest in their youth.

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    Then came 2010. We watched Germany play in the dffb cinema. Everyone was cheering for the Germans as they obliterated Australia (and later, Argentina) with crazy numbers and cliched efficiency. Every one of my fellow students knew the players’ names by heart, and I was sitting there awe-struck at one simple realization: For 90 brief minutes, everyone was pulling in the same direction. They all wanted Germany to win.

    To me, this feeling was completely new. How could people with an actual education and aspiring a degree in the arts watch this shit? And: Why was I enjoying this so much? What was suddenly so awesome about seeing the German flag in places besides creepy NPD-ridden rightwing Datschas?

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    I happened to be in Belgium last week as the Devils were playing South Korea. Everywhere I looked: Belgian flags. An entirely different experience: A year prior, the Belgian flag was a things hung by Belgicists in Brussels, people who wanted the politically troubled country to stay together against all odds. Unlike Germans, the Belgian flag-wavers were rarely right-wing. Same same, but different.

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    Listen – I’m not fooling myself. I know how this stuff works. I know the German flag will be back to its nutjob self by the end of next week. And hence, the Belgian flags will be gone by the time we properly lose the Argentina this Saturday (Yes! I said it!).

    And we’ll go back to being cynics.

    We’ll all be (rightfully) pointing fingers at FIFA for their decadence and their Saturday morning cartoon evilness. Being proud of your country – “Nationalism” – will go back to the extreme one-liners from before: A gateway to Nazism in Germany, financial and cultural ruin in Belgium. It will not be a term to describe rooting for a silly team in a meaningless sport – or, in other words: “Having fun”.

    But like every World Cup, I have a the tiniest bit of hope that a little bit of that excitement, of that thrill of togetherness, will remain. It usually doesn’t. But I know that come 2018, everyone will dig their fancy shirts out of their dressers and go: “Oh, I remember that. That was fun. Let’s do that again. Let’s go to a bar, get pissed and chant Origi, Origi, Origi!”

    Looking forward to that already.

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  • Snowpiercer (runaway train)

    I think that, when we look back at this decade twenty years from now, it will be known as the decade of the dystopias. I don’t know what it is – terrorism, reduced privacy due to facebook, natural resources running it or just the worldwide success of Katniss Everdeen – but dystopias are in. Wool, divergent, Hunger Games – they all spell doom with a capital D yet land cozily in the department of popcorn cinema.

    So it should come as no surprise I was very interested to see Snowpiercer. For those not in the loop: Planned as yet another one of the above movies, YYY Harvey Weinstein demanded director XXX to cut thirty minutes from his feature. The two parties gave each other a well-meant middle finger and both went their seperate ways. So now, instead of being a big turd that reels in a lot of cash, it’d be a big gem that reels in … well, you get it.

    Based loosely on a French comic book from the eighties I’m sure everyone pretends to have read, Snowpiercer tells the story of a group of people on a train. The catch: It’s the train containing the last bits of civilization after the entire world froze over. And it’s also – you guessed it – a place with class differences, where everyone has its place – the rich kids in the front, the poor one in the back. The premise of the movie is deviously simple (and amazingly exciting): The poor kids fight their way to the front of the train.

    I’m amazed Snowpiercer pulled this story off. It sounds like one of those premises that sounds cool, but ends up shooting yourself in the foot. But no: The trip through the train action-filled, exciting, and an amazing discovery of the world to boot. It reminded me, in a way, of Bioshock, where a lot of the underwater city’s history is told on the side.

    It’s interesting Weinstein wanted to cut thirty minutes of the not-exactly-gargantuan 126 minute feature. As he wanted to make the movie into a straightforward action flick, I’m pretty sure a lot of the world-building elements would have been doomed. And – to be entirely honest – I can’t exactly blame him.

    I mean he is entirely and utterly wrong! But I still can’t blame him. He rightly identified a glaring problem with the movie: The world does not live. The reason we watch these dystopian futures is to see how they work. In Hunger Games, half of the fun is finding out how decadent the people living in the capital are, and the perversions they face every day. These people cut out people’s tongues, they have reinstalled the vomatorium, they watch people get killed for fun! They’re obviously savages – but (and that’s a Kudos for Hunger Games) they don’t know any better.

    By the time our backseaters enter the posh compartments of the world they want to belong to so badly, they’re in such a hurry the fronties are reduced to mannequins. They literally run past them, ignoring them. We find out nothing of life in front of the train – a life we want to learn about so badly. Sure, we learn about the train, and about his creator-slash-machinist… But we never find out whether the guys in the back were right about their dreams of the front.

    It’s not hard to notice this problem. It creates a lopsidedness in the story, and ultimately makes the world-building element that is so important in fantasy and sci-fi fail. The world becomes stale and unbelievable. It’s not exactly a stretch to decide to cut it right out. Have some explanatory voice-overs at the start of the movie about how this world works, and then just make an action flick out of it.

    Only then you’d have the mastodon of a fiasco that was the Golden Compass. Where the book left you room to explore the world – a parallel world to ours where every person is followed by a sort of spirit animal – the movie just tells you what it is right away. This robbed Golden Compass of its world, too, because there was nothing left to discover.

    (Of course, that movie did other things wrong, like cutting the fucking ending entirely.)

    Here’s the thing with Snowpiercer. It doesn’t ask for thirty minutes less. It desperately begs for thirty minutes more. I want more details, more characters, more world – there’s a reason these types of movies usually last over two hours!

    This turned into quite a rant. If this gives the impresson you should avoid this movie at all costs, please guess again! Snowpiercer is an interesting movie in a great setting, with plots twists and an unlikely concept it pulls off wonderfully. It’s a very tough movie, one that dares to show fantasy violence in a realistic manner, and it doesn’t beat around the bush in this horribleness.

    It is, in all aspects, a movie about courage. Both in its story and outside.

    *

    Little update: I think this trailer gets the story across much better than the actual film does. Fascinating!