Indifferent landscapes, refracting light, some lonely bird and the window to the sebum-laden living room made of patterned wallpaper and trivialities. Cut. Tenacious sequences inflate moments to cliff-hangers and shatter their tremulous spectatorship. Thundering leitmotifs – in constant intoxication by German disinterest – with no backrest or lederhosen. Black-red-gold at full mast, the cinema is dead.
| Directing | Wiebke Thomsen | Director |
| Editing | Wiebke Thomsen | Editor |
| Directing | Johannes Thomsen | Director |
| Sound | Johannes Thomsen | Sound |
| Production | Wiebke Thomsen | Producer |
| Production | Johannes Thomsen | Producer |
| Writing | Johannes Thomsen | Screenplay |
| Writing | Wiebke Thomsen | Screenplay |
