Shortly after Schalling under the mountain

Shortly after Schalling under the mountain the cold sun never goes down from cheap neon tubes. In the deepest night, it radiates on an almost abandoned, contaminated gas station. There a visitor (Elena Wolff) beaches with her car. A funny and rarely tender, big and brilliantly staged film about sensuality and sensuality, where one would hardly suspect it.

"Hello darkness, my old friend." So tender, so generous, so fearless (and) pathetic, David Lapuch's brilliantly staged new film lies around every person who immerses himself in his raven-, pech- and mourning-black night. Shortly after Schalling under the mountain the cold sun from neon tubes never goes down. It appears on an almost abandoned petrol station with smoked shrub and a wet forecourt. From each pine of the wall, all kinds of – even invisible – poison (looking at you, 'manuality') are dripping, and never this place would go through as a 'repair workshop', you would be at comfort. There's a visitor stranding with her car, and it's starting to shut down. A sharpening of the poetry on hard concrete, for the purpose in the ground in which you are stuck when you want to live and cannot. But what if love lives there? Hope. Not only for you, for everyone.
(catalogue text, az) – Diagonal 2022