Denn die Elemente hassen

Summary

In a frost-bitten Mitteleuropean atelier where copper wires hiss like adders, Gerhard Dammann’s obsessed engineer sculpts the first videophone from valves and nightmares, praying that the trembling image of Maria Grünwald-Bertelsen’s consumptive bride will outlast her final exhalation. Each successful transmission peels another layer from her face, until the cathode screen becomes a portable tomb; Ernst Krampf’s venture-capital vulture circles overhead, Erwin Neumann’s nihilist poet scribbles suicide sonnets in the corner, and the contraption itself—half altar, half guillotine—feeds on the lovers’ last warmth. When the pixelated ghost finally waves goodbye, the inventor realises he has merely invented a faster way to watch the beloved vanish; the film ends with the camera staring at its own reflection, a serpent devouring its electronic tail while the elements outside applaud in sleet and static.

Synopsis

A tragedy about the invention of the videophone.