Twelve years after his escape, the professional criminal Trojan returns to Berlin. A valuable painting is to be stolen in the city. But the meticulously planned robbery soon gets out of control...
Berlin, how beautiful you are
Your splashes of color are always on a gray background, your sound is unpleasant, your light is artificial, you look crazy because you crazy people are a magnet, Moloch, you are legendary, but why, for what? Today there is a robbery film, completely without tinsel. One that lives less from tension and action than from its mood.
Scarred, lonely, disappointed
Minimalist, sparse, joyless, gloomy. Like Berlin, but different because "Scorched Earth" is certainly not garrulous and self-serving. The characters are at the center of life, not in a bubble.
Every straw means everything
And when it's over, then that's just how it is. I can't remember the plot of the previous film, but that doesn't matter, because it's an independent work. On the contrary, it's not bad, but it feels like you're watching a better "Tatort".
But without bad detectives and a director who thinks he's one