DAS HAUS MEINES VATERS

Andrej lives in Frankfurt. A phone call brings him back to the place of his childhood, to his father's house. Filmed with a hand-held camera in an almost continuous shot, the visit becomes a search for clues with an uncertain destination. The past is conveyed through a dialog with Hanni, a former school friend whom he meets again here, but even more so through the in-between, through gestures and pauses in conversation. An exercise in immediacy, grippingly unagitated. "Just as my mother once ordered her son to finally come home when he was already on his way out into the wide world, my father wanted to make me make the same promise. If I ever went abroad, he wanted me to come back home as soon as he wanted me to. Intuitively, I realized that this would be wrong, so I decided to leave for good at some point, which I did" (Ludwig Wüst). His continuous filmmaking also owes much to a regular crew of reliable technicians and confident actors - such as the wonderful Claudia Martini, whose brittle sensuality is always surrounded by a somnambulistic aura, or the unpredictable and daring Nenad Šmigoc, a true "ice-cold angel" of Southeast Europe.