Sigi Zimmigart, who comes from the bigoted Passau and has been brilliant with abysmal cabaret programs for decades, compares “Weissbier im Blut” with the Brenner crime thrillers in which his cabaret colleague Josef Hader clears up murders: “After the current Bavarian Heimatfilm a strong move has taken to the boulevard – at a high level – I hope that with this film we will bring something back – something of the lost poetry and melancholy, that we create a different mood, a forlornness without losing the irony or the humor . Set the accent differently – in this respect I see myself more in the vicinity of the Brenner films than anywhere else. ” Yes, the burner. Also someone who the waitress in the inn could have mercy on, as the sad and compassionate Gerda (Luise Kinseher) does with Kreuzeder, although the innkeeper himself exploits them, including sexually.
Minimal brass music from the ex-Biermösl-Blosn
Kreuzeder shouldn’t let himself go like that, shave again, wash, just “all that kind of thing,” says Gerda. And Kreuzeder wakes up a little, not only next to Gerda (“You have worked on me or maybe not !?”), but in general, so he takes on the murder case, he already knows after half the season – you can see it because when you have an idea, your eyes get really big and round! – who it was, and, what is almost more important in this story, he also plays the piano again, without pants, but with fervor. Incidentally, the brass music in this tragic comedy comes from Stofferl Well, who was once at Biermösl Blosn, and at the beginning it blows almost too much, as a kind of Bavarian variant of repetitive minimal music. Later Pachelbel’s canon can be heard in D major, as is so often the case in films – and always beautiful.
“Are you doing covert investigations in the bum milieu?” This is what the psychologist Doctor Carmen März (Brigitte Hobmeier) now wants to know and asks Kreuzeder, who somehow smells beyond the screen – as if the optics are expanding into olfactory – also: “Why drink it so hard? ” But Kreuzeder knows right away that Frau Doktor herself has “a knack”, and so you soon sit together in the tavern and talk to each other in dialogues in which a bit of Brecht or Horvath or Franz Xaver Kroetz, and the latter has just After he has not written any dramas for a long time, he has published the volume of poetry “I feel autumn”, brave, crude and rather desperate poetry that has nothing to do with the film or maybe it does. The poem “Schiss” ends like this: “How every session pisses me off / where I sit and yet can’t shit. / It’s cold in autumn and has never been hot in summer / and a stupid old man stares out of the mirror. / Oh, I can shit yourself out / and travel very far without me. ” Anyone who groaned indignantly as a reader should not watch “Weissbier im Blut”.
Jörg Graser’s “Weissbier im Blut” was actually launched on May 27th. It is now certain that the last German cinemas will be able to reopen on Thursday, July 1st. Which venue is showing the film in your area, See here.
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