Ich hätte lieber einen anderen Film gemacht

An experimental arrangement. Images of rooms are projected onto other spaces.

Layers of visuals shift and overlap—a green couch transforms into a sculpture, family photographs become silhouettes. An autobiographical voice emerges from off-screen. The space folds in on itself, and cracks begin to appear in the bourgeois backdrop. An abyss opens up: “For a moment, I thought I could take the easy way out. I could simply read aloud from the psychiatric clinic’s report: ‘The patient states that she was sexually abused by her father from the ages of 11 to 15.’ What follows are fragmented glimpses of a life shaped by the consequences of violence and the struggle to process it. A film that is both a necessary provocation and an outstanding artistic reckoning with a biography marked by trauma. (bs)