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But still it goes on you have no agency here although theres nothing much happening onscreen.
Finally, a new shot arrives, but by that point the filmmaker has achieved his or her aim.
You feel trapped, helpless, boneless.
Maybe a bit hypnotized.
Not a bad state in which to watch a surreal horror movie like Tilman Singers low-budget, shot-on-16-millimeterLuz.
Is this how you want to live your life?
she asks, with a snarl.
He does not respond.
A balding fellow sets up chairs in a sort of makeshift theater with a sound booth.
Some official-looking people come in along with Luz, Rossini, and Nora.
Luz sings a song and, suddenly, the makeshift theater is full of mist.
The doctor, Luz, and the others move in and out of it, attacking and defending.
Composer Simon Waskows blips and thumps insinuate themselves into your nervous system.
Singer had little money and makes the low budget an asset.
You know how hard it would be for Luz to escape the demon, because where would she go?
The movie has so few locations.
