NACH ZWEI STUNDEN WAREN ZEHN MINUTEN VERGANGEN
fictional short / 18'
2019
director Steffen Goldkamp
production
SPENGEMANN EICHBERG GOLDKAMP HANS
festivals 76th Venice International Film Festival, La Biennale di Venezia
Eating, waiting, haircutting, cleaning, telephone- and bedtime. The perennial daily routine of a juvenile detention center brings about a clotting of time. Bodies are transformed into vehicles, lethargically moved from workshops to single-person cells, down hallways into outdoor areas, from armchair to couch. Nothing makes a difference. Breathing, walking, sitting, lying down again. Existence in a comatose state. The film observes this heterotopic cosmos, picturing a perpetual dissolution. It tells a story of bodies left behind, of an undefined longing. A longing for something different. For an outside so yonder that even the dreamers do not know any longer, if it has even ever existed as such.
NACH ZWEI STUNDEN WAREN ZEHN MINUTEN VERGANGEN
fictional short / 18'
2019
director Steffen Goldkamp
production
SPENGEMANN EICHBERG GOLDKAMP HANS
festivals
76th Venice International Film Festival, La Biennale di Venezia
Eating, waiting, haircutting, cleaning, telephone- and bedtime. The perennial daily routine of a juvenile detention center brings about a clotting of time. Bodies are transformed into vehicles, lethargically moved from workshops to single-person cells, down hallways into outdoor areas, from armchair to couch. Nothing makes a difference. Breathing, walking, sitting, lying down again. Existence in a comatose state. The film observes this heterotopic cosmos, picturing a perpetual dissolution. It tells a story of bodies left behind, of an undefined longing. A longing for something different. For an outside so yonder that even the dreamers do not know any longer, if it has even ever existed as such.