Ich war zuhause, aber
Director: Angela Schanelec
After having disappeared for a week, Astrid’s 13-year-old son Phillip returns home one day without saying a word. Now she finds herself confronted with questions that provide a whole new perspective on her middle-class existence and her career in Berlin’s cultural sector. It becomes more and more difficult for this single mother to accept that her son is leading his own life. Soon she gets wiped out by worry, guilt and her feelings of failure. The family has to form itself anew.
This film is a philosophical essay on existence and art that fails to bore viewers, despite its static elements, thanks to a certain intelligence that leaves room for humour and which slowly hacks away at the film’s coldness from start to finish.
Curator's point of view: The director is a true follower of the Berlin film school – the distant observation and detached texts allow the audience to find their own angle from which to ‘read’ the film.