Nina Weniger

For twelve years she ignored sneers and mockery and stood up for her relationship. But that was probably a mistake.

Everyday dreamers imagine their attachments scattering to the breeze and becoming someone else in these tableaux of summertime Berlin. As Angela Schanelec threads serendipities—music, movement, tenderness—into ennui’s enervating haze, she outlines the pattern for her critically acclaimed cinema.