Luz

Luz (2018)

Luz first published by Little White Lies

Bloody and in a daze, cab driver Luz Carrara (Luana Velis) walks into a German police station and gets herself a can from the drinks machine, entirely unnoticed. After all, as a foreign, working class woman, Luz is practically invisible, the kind of person who would hardly capture anyone’s attention. Although there is someone whose eye she has caught, someone who yearns deeply for her, someone who will go to great lengths to engineer another date with the young woman. The receptionist at the station, however, does not even register Luz’s presence until she starts raving at him in Spanish like a woman possessed and he can no longer ignore her.

Meanwhile, in a cocktail bar on the other side of town, consulting psychiatrist and psychotherapist Dr Rossini (Jan Bluthardt) has an increasingly drunken conversation with the strange Nora Vanderkurt (Julia Riedler). After she tells Rossini a peculiar story about the “very special gift” of her girlfriend Luz, whom she had first met in a Chilean Catholic girls’ school and just this very night chanced upon again in Luz’s cab, Nora asks for Rossini’s “therapeutic support”. Rossini is then called in to interview the disturbed Luz.

Rossini’s hypnotherapeutic session with Luz unfolds in a dull police conference room, in the presence of Commissioner Bertillon (Nadja Stübiger) and the Spanish translator Olarte (Johannes Benecke). But as Rossini gets Luz to reenact her various encounters with Nora, the radical role play that ensues causes identities to merge (and emerge), and stories set years apart to overlap and blur, with one party struggling to take control of the interview and to communicate a truth that none present can at first see. It is an intense closed-room psychodrama, driven by the powers of suggestion, projection, transference – and by something else, beyond the confines of police procedural or psychiatry, even transcending gender, culture and the limits of the physical body.

There is, buried deep within Tilman Singer’s Luz, a type of narrative recognisable from horror, but Singer has ingeniously reverse-engineered this, transforming it into both a psychological investigation of past trauma, and an unusual love story, as two lost souls seek each other out across time and space in search of eternal, liberating union. The devil is in the detail, but unravelling it requires seeing through a lot of literal smoke and mirrors, and traversing the film’s disorienting use of space and soundscape to its stripped-down, almost Brechtian core of genre. The combination of blank long shots and eerie, irrational events is a little reminiscent of the works of Kiyoshi Kurosawa (especially the mesmeric Cure). But Luz is its own beast, recasting and (con)fusing stories to work its way deep inside you. Judging by this confidently creepy feature debut, I cannot wait to see what Singer does next.

© Anton Bitel