Filipe Furtado’s review published on Letterboxd:
"- He is not my son.
- What difference does that makes? She is not my wife."
Walking through the ruins of the European project be it 1940s or 2010s. A series of echoes. Dreaming of a new world that doesn't really exist. Haunted by other dreams, other fictions, other movies (sometimes Petzold's own movies). History on loop. As almost always with Petzold, it is a conceptual ghost story. Perhaps a little too neat, but there's something thrilling about watching it gain flesh.