Contemporary Germanism comes out in the film The slow poem about the sins of Mephistopheles in Teutonic souls was presented to the departed viewer by the Germanist Werner Fritsch of the publishing house Suhrkamp. “How long is it possible to return to this flabby history of doubtful certainty, to smear the same dust through so many centuries?” you ask, why do not put Werner in a baffle, since besides Goethe he also heard about everything else. But it is one thing to know, and another - that progress leaves the reader an increasingly commentatory mission, crushing the ambitions of the demiurge in him, and if you abandon documentary masterpieces like "Taiga" Ulrike Oettinger, then fiction remains visionary and illustration - so literature comes to the image without finding a direct road to it. The milling of the wires behind the trains brings the excited visions of Hölderlin into the spaced three-dimensionality of the cave moon, the flowing algae captures pagan rituals in the taste of Novalis in the underlying echoes of history - the development of Yale romanticism to high modernism was enough for this three-hour monument to the lost culture of our doomed civilization.
10 out of 10