Der Millionenonkel

Summary

Vienna’s asphalt shimmers like black marble beneath the gas-lamps of 1913 as Der Millionenonkel unspools its topsy-turvy parable of liquid luck: a benevolent tycoon (Bernhard Baumeister, equal parts Rothschild and Puck) decides that anonymity is the ultimate extravagance, so he slips among the city’s night-hawks, chimney-sweeps and starveling poets, scattering bank-notes as if they were rose-petals. His wallet becomes a conjurer’s hat: a tram conductor suddenly owns a lakeside villa, a seamstress purchases the moonlit Danube, two hapless suitors rehearse proposals on a velvet stage financed by phantom millions. But Viennese society—ever a porcelain masquerade—soon smells the metallic tang of unexplained fortune; creditors sharpen quills, dowagers plot marriages, detectives lurk inside cake-shops. When the millionaire’s final jest—an unsigned cheque for an orphanage—bounces because he has forgotten his own name, the film pirouettes into giddy nightmare: creditors transform into harlequins, ballrooms tilt like fun-house carousels, the Ringstrasse becomes a Möbius strip of debt. In the breathless coda he is chased through Prater funfair by every beneficiary, their palms open like starving lilies, until he dives into the ferris-wheel’s central void and re-emerges stripped of both money and mask, reborn as the happiest pauper in the empire while the wheel spins on, a coin forever falling, a promise that fortune is only the glittering shadow of fraternity.

Synopsis

The first Austrian feature film.