Deutschstunde | The German Lesson (2019) Germany

Directed by Christian Schwochow

Der Passfälscher | The Forger (2022) Germany

Directed by Maggie Peren

Sebastian Schipper’s Victoria with Laia Costa, Frederick Lau and Franz Rogowski (L to R).

There is a huge selection at this year’s German Film Festival including a curation of 5 films across 5 decades sponsored by the Goethe-Institut, featuring well-known classics like Volker Schlöndorff’s superb The Tin Drum (1969) – we actually named our dog Oskar (in part because it’s an great name, but also in part to recall the genius of Schlöndorff in said film). His 2014 two-hander Diplomacy with André Dussollier and Niels Arestrup, about an imagined negotiation to avert the destruction of Paris, was brilliantly acted and immensely engrossing even if the imagined events are a little too close to the truth (those interested should catch this on Google Play or Apple TV if you’ve not already seen it). The 5 films also included one of my favourite recent German films, Sebastian Schipper’s Victoria (2016), shot in a single take and over the course of a night, with brilliant performances by the gorgeous Spanish actor Laia Costa in her first lead role in a film, paired with the extremely prolific German actor Frederick Lau as well as Franz Rogowski, who has been dubbed ‘man of the hour’ currently on mubi.

The festival has also brought with it a slew of new German films, with many of them based on books or are based on real events, as with the two films that are to be reviewed here.

The German Lesson

The wonderful Tobias Moretti as Max and Maria Dragus as Siggi’s sister Hilke.

Let’s start by posing a question: ‘What are the joys of duty?’ If you were to compose an essay on this, how would you start your narrative?

For me, I would say that the key in unlocking this question doesn’t quite revolve around the idea of ‘joy’, and instead becomes reflexive: it is a question of how dutifully one would approach this task in the first place, and secondly, to what extent would our bind to duty exceed human tolerances of amorality. In other words, how do we know what is the right thing to do? 

Fatalistic times.

The lesson taught in this masterly film by Christian Schwochow (you should also try to catch his film Je Suis Karl (2021) on Netflix) is none other than a lesson on how to act in good conscience; and in the process, one hopes to learn the difference between duty and humanity. When seen through the eyes of the film’s young protagonist Siggi Jepsen (we find an incredible fresh talent in Levi Eisenblätter who must have been about twelve when he starred in this film) whose formative experiences during the war years would come to shape his own conscience, and subsequently, we find in him an urgent and irrepressible need to recalibrate his loyalties, or at least make sense of his actions, through the writing of this very personal story. 

Looking over the mud plains — you get a sense of the world.

Based on a seminal novel of the same name by Siegfried Lenz; written and published in 1968, this is a book that has remained in circulation and has stayed in the curriculum for Year 6 students in Germany. For the film, Schwochow’s mother Heide Schwochow adapted the screenplay. This is the sixth film that this mother and son pair have worked on together with Heide in the writer’s chair; and clearly, this is a rewarding collaboration. The same goes with Schwochow’s long-time cinematographer, Frank Lamm who has a singular ability to strike a balance between widescreen landscapes, of the untamable wilderness outside, and giving us arresting close-ups, of faces with eyes showing the wilderness within. 

A slightly older Siggi (Tom Gronau) with his stack of notebooks, and thereby lies his German Lesson.

The film opens with an unnamed young man sitting at a desk with other classmates, the only tell-tale sign of his identity and location is his shaved head: as an audience, we intuit that he’s in juvenile detention. Then the class is given the essay topic of ‘the joys of duty’. This young man’s inability to write even a single word led him into solitary confinement where he was finally able to pen his narrative. This is where the story of his childhood begins, and with it, our lesson on an uncharted course on the gross deference of humanity. In war, all that we hold dear gets tossed to the winds; and our world is caught in an unending war.

Ulrich Noethen as the uncompromising Jepsen.

Siggi’s father, Jens Ole Jepsen (Ulrich Noethen), is the solitary and taciturn policeman stationed at their remote German northern coastal community. And without another authoritative figure in the community, Jepsen takes his duties very seriously; he enforces them to the tee. This is his will to power, the power to dominate regardless of consequence, regardless of reason. His neighbour, Max, is an artist, and godfather to Siggi. Max is played by the wonderful actor Tobias Moretti – he was fantastic in the avant-garde Mack the Knife – Brecht’s Threepenny Film (2018) which I had the good fortune to catch on the big screen during the 2019 German Film Festival season. Max’s Expressionist paintings have been labelled ‘degenerate’ by the Nazis and Jepsen took pleasure in ordering his friend to stop painting. When that failed, he engineered his young son to spy on him; not realising that the bond between the two was stronger than his own bond with his son. Feeling humiliated, Jepsen had Max’s works unceremoniously and forcibly confiscated. 

Pairings…

The worst was still to come. The family fractures: Siggi’s sister Hilke (Maria Dragus), a mostly absent family member to whom he was the closest; continues to leave despite her love for him. His older brother Klaus (played by the handsome Louis Hofmann, star of the hit Netflix series Dark, and The Forger (2022)) deserts the army and is disavowed by his father; Max was the only one sympathetic to Klaus’ predicament.

Humanity vs. Duty

The enormous tension between the two father figures tears Siggi apart; his love and trust for Max was evident and his growing disloyalty to his own father meant that Siggi’s conscience is split between the two different ideas of duty. 

A duty which is more a ‘calling’ fuels Max’s drive; and his ability to see beyond the dull and swampy mud flats, where from its cesspool, lush paintings of light and colour emerge; with this inner vision, he’s able to steer Siggi into a bearable if not better presence of mind. And the other, a constructed form of duty which would only exist should one blindly obey its orders.

Siggi in paradise – the shrine of the times.

The contrast between the monochromatic tones of dead seafaring birds, small house rodents, sun-worn bleached skeletons, as well as bits of wings and feathers that Siggi amassed in a decomposing shrine, acts as a counterpoint to the stylised and colourful paintings by Max: the amassed tomb stationed by the opened windows, the paintings glued and taped back together are stuck onto the barren walls of an abandoned house. This is Siggi’s paradise. The mood of this film is reminiscent of Louis Malle’s beloved and very personal film Au revoir les enfants (1987), where the tidal instincts of what constitutes the right thing to do is clearly visible in the tender faces of the young school boys. Siggi is no different here despite their somewhat different circumstances.

The landscape of Schleswig-Holstein is wind-swept and bleak; this is where the mud sticks. In this infernal place, which idea of duty can be learnt?

The bond between the ‘father’ and the ‘son’

The Forger 

Based on Cioma Schönhaus’s memoirs, The Forger: An Extraordinary Story of Survival in Wartime Berlin, is indeed the extraordinary account of a young Jewish man’s means of survival during the second world war in Berlin. 

The very handsome Louis Hoffman as the ever nimble Cioma in The Forger.

The contrast between this film and Schwochow’s The German Lesson could not be more starkly different. A far cry from the sombre lesson of Schwochow’s film, instead, there is a kind of effervescence in Louis Hoffman’s portrayal of Cioma, and if not for it being a non-fictional account, one would find this tale to be a highly dubious one.

Cioma in his milieu

The lightness of fingers that is often associated with trickery or forgery is a character that imbues the film throughout. There is an almost blatant disregard for the serious nature or the dangers of war in Cioma’s world – nor did he seem to be too concerned about the ‘disappearance’ of his family. I have read reviews of the book which described it to be an ‘enjoyable’ affair, again (at least to me) this description rubbed against the grain of reality. Nonetheless, Hoffman’s delivery of the central character, as a brash twenty year old living off his charms by day and wits by night, who had a steady hand and a love of graphic design, was however, well acted. Jonathan Berlin who played his best friend Det, a tailor by trade was also nicely cast; they were kind with each other, and there was something delicate in their friendship that made their relationship believable – perhaps especially when seen through the lens of memory. They were well supported by a strong ensemble cast, with Nina Gummich (I last saw her in Babylon Berlin) as the landlady and Luna Wedler (fantastic in the Netflix series Biohacker and The Story of My Wife (2021)) as Cioma’s love interest, Gerda. 

A stolen moment of tenderness.
Trickery means hiding in plain sight.

Cioma continued to outsmart friends, acquaintances, his landlady, inspectors, the Gestapo; skipping from one abode to another; living day-to-day on ration stamps, he was however able to dine at expensive restaurants and clubs, even dressing in uniform as a German naval officer in order to seduce a love interest. His brazen attitude meant that his work as a self-taught forger suited him well; and in this vein, he was able to help forge hundreds of IDs and papers for Jews in hiding, and thus saving their lives. Eventually he too had to flee to Switzerland, first by bicycle and then by swimming across a bitingly cold lake to cross the border, where he remained working as a graphic artist until his death in 2015. He published his memoirs at the age of eighty-two in 2004. 

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Volker Schlöndorff’s superb The Tin Drum with the inimitable Oskar.

Gûzen to sôzô | Wheel of Fortune and Fantasy (2021) 

Directed by Ryûsuke Hamaguchi

A feleségem története | The Story of My Wife (2021) 

Directed by Ildikó Enyedi

First Segment: Magic (Or Something Less Reassuring)

For those who are unfamiliar with Ryûsuke Hamaguchi’s works, Wheel of Fortune and Fantasy is very much of the realm of Haruki Murakami’s short stories; three vignettes that ruminate on the themes of love, betrayal, chance encounters and coincidences. 

I was lucky enough to catch one of Hamaguchi’s film, Asako I & II which was screening on Stan about 2 years ago. It had a dreamy quality: elliptical and haunting, the story stayed with me for a number of days and although I can’t recall the storyline in detail, that feeling still remains when I think of this film.

Wheel of Fortune and Fantasy aims to create those kinds of connections and feelings, and succeeds especially well in the last of the three vignettes. And unlike Rohmer, (the director cites him as his main influence), his stories seem to have a less sunny disposition. 

Saving grace or the ability to end a fantasy

The three stories have their own distinctive narratives, casts and impulse; and each are a self contained exploration of the human psyche. The first piece is called Magic (Or Something Less Reassuring) and unfortunately I found that for the first 15 or so minutes the screen was too dark, and I saw virtually nothing…either the key light was not set correctly (which I doubt) or the cinema (Dendy Newtown) had not calibrated it’s screens properly. The simple two-shot sequence in the cab was obscured and that made it hard to establish a character’s motive or intent without any ability to see their faces, to read their eyes. The saving grace was at the end of this segment – where fantasy ends.

Post-coital talk

The three stories are mainly two-handers and work extremely well as chamber pieces heightening the melodrama that unfolds, sometimes in real life, and sometimes within our mind’s eye. The only clue that provides a connective thread across the pieces is Robert Schumann’s Of Foreign Lands and Peoples played extra-diegetically on the piano (as though someone is practising), and this earworm so far has not left me. A beautiful rendition of this piece played by the great Martha Argerich when she performed with the Berliner Philharmoniker at 73 years of age can be found here; and boy, can she play! She still has the most graceful and lightness of touch).

Second Segment: Door Wide Open with Kiyohiko Shubukawa in the foreground

This piece of music perfectly describes each of their encounters, as human endeavours and behaviour are generally strange and foreign, even when we’re in the act of thinking or doing something, we never consider its strangeness except in hindsight. And whilst it all makes sense at the time, like those stolen moments between love-making in the second story Door Wide Open, where anything promised is possible, and any attempt at realising these promises should, of their own accord, take on its own impulse and may even develop into something special. But in hindsight, we all know that these actions, tempting as they may be, will ultimately lead to an unfortunate demise for those involved. It is written. The story notwithstanding, in this segment Kiyohiko Shubukawa was fantastic as the deadpan professor and novelist. 

Third Segment: Once Again

And for those who come together unexpectedly, such as the two women in the last segment, Once Again, they may find an altogether a different ending to the one they set out to achieve. It is through these small moments of observations and dialogue that Hamaguchi reinvents the episodic genre, and you come away with the feeling of having experienced, visually, a Murakami collection of short stories. 

To get to a deeper understanding of this film (without further spoilers) there is a really good interview of the director from this year’s NYFF here.

Léa Seydoux‘s Lizzy and Gils Naber‘s Captain Störr – at a time when they were very much in love.

Ever since I saw Ildikó Enyedi’s On Body and Soul and heard her speak about her film at the SFF back in 2017 (it took out the SFF Award for Best Film that year), I have been full of admiration for this director and her very unique way of relating the magical realism of nature, in particular, animals, to her narratives and, of course, to us, the very extraordinary thing of being human

I found The Story of My Wife to have that same enchanted quality, but with a maturation of perspective and treatment of a similar subject matter. Sure, we can say that this film is a story about love, or about a man (a Sea Captain) and his wife (the first woman who walked through the door on that fateful day). But can women and men ever really understand each other? Because falling in love, or loving another person is altogether a different matter. 

Attraction + love = desire

The greatest folly of mankind is our ability to be influenced by love’s tidal tempers, and our greatest extenuative is our inability to understand this profound sentiment and our ineptitude in our search for its yearning. 

Or perhaps what is to be found in the oscillation between these two states, (alas, these two worlds), of being in the state of love (the swoon that sweeps you off your feet), to the way we need overcome it; is by way of creating misdirections, seeding doubts, mythmaking; all in order to break the same bonds we so desire, lest our hearts may never recover from them.

All is clear…the Captain and his wife at nightfall

For those critics who have given this film and it’s glorious 2 hours and 49 mins a thumbs down review, I dare say, have not the patience or subtlety to truly want to grasp at the mysterious heart of the story: that Otherness is an essential and constitutional part of the formulation of Self. The Other is always mysterious and cannot be otherwise. All we can do, is to take delight in navigating in the unknown waters in between.

The story unfolds in a series of episodes, each with a chapter heading, the last one is “On Letting Go”. Adapted from a novel of the same name The Story of My Wife: The Reminiscences Of Captain Störr by early 20th Century Hungarian writer, Milán Füst

Ildikó Enyedi’s film transports us to another time, with Imola Lang’s gorgeous production design – the 20s and 30s set pieces offer up a centre of balance. But the home is the loci of both love and illicit thoughts, a husband and wife’s private space is also that of their scene of confrontations.

On mirrored shores, what reflects is also what separates…

For Léa Seydoux, her Lizzy was always true to her husband, Captain Jakob Störr, played by the handsome and Viking-like Dutch actor Gijs Naber, but she is totally mysterious to him. She was the Eve of dry land, and all Störr could do was to dream with the sperm whales ‘standing’ vertically in the water. These deep ocean sirens sleep standing up, and Störr is at one with their songs. He walks on land as a man, but has a heart of a whale. His dream literally came true when he declared he was going to marry the first woman who stepped through the door, and he did. 

A sperm whale pod sleeping.

The homely setting, the hearth, the chaise and a reclining Lizzy reading, this scene welcomed the sailor back as though he was Ulysses, and her, Penelope. After all, this home was in Paris, and she has not yet been displaced to Hamburg. 

In any case, Lizzy is ambivalent, and that perhaps is her charm after all, to set aflutter all the hearts of men (and women) who come across her path. But she is very much the faithful wife to Störr, whether he saw it or not, understood it or not, believed it or not. Her small jibes “what an absurd thing to say”, or “what a ridiculous notion”, were her only defence of the deeper wounds his suspicions and jealousy drove into her, (he did try to strangle her), and perhaps as an aggrieved woman, there was simply not a way to express this feeling except to be a creature of contradiction: contemptuous (pushing idly, inch by inch, the ink well until it falls off the edge of the table), charming (coming home tipsy and proud of the fact of having spent a good evening out), and sensual (dancing in front of mirror when no one was watching). That was the person whom Störr fell in love with.

Before the ink well hits the ground.

But for Störr, unfaithfulness, just like trafficking illegal goods, is a common affair. Hints abound throughout the early parts of the film eluding to his shipmates’ having a ‘wife’ at every port. Though he confessed of having ‘no wife’, but later, having given up his seafaring days (partly to keep an eye on Lizzy), his own calculated ways made him think the worst of his wife. And Louis Garrel’s dandy, Dedin, affronted the worst in him. He has still to learn how to sing Lizzy’s siren song.

The awareness of the Other…it’s a matter of playing it out.

And later, when Störr mistook his own indiscretion for love, having been attracted to Grete (Luna Wedler from the fantastic German Netflix series, Biohacker), he wanted to take their stolen relationship further. But Grete knew it to be useless, she was “like him” she said, with a truthful heart; and we know it was her innocence that spoke. She was already in a double bind whether she saw it or not. To be his mistress (it doesn’t matter that he asked her to marry him – as an audience, we knew he meant to have two wives), or to be without him. 

Luna Wedler as Grete, innocent and in love.

There was to only be one eternal ending to this story. A sequence towards the end of the film was of Störr holding a posy of violets and standing at the back of a tram. As it pulled away from the cafe he was at earlier (where he had eyed a girl who had caught his fancy), he sees her, Lizzy. The said posy falls from his hands. The beautiful blue violet that symbolises modesty and faithfulness, and also of remembrance; and in Shakespeare – of sorrow and death. This single gesture tied to this flower tells the entire story of Captain Störr and his wife.

Remembrance, sorrow and modesty. Edouard Manet’s: Bouquet of violets, 1872

The Sydney Film Festival finishes today on the 14th November.

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