Wieder vorbei. Und danach Kuttersegeln und Düsseldorf, Arbeit und Anzügekaufen. Aber hey. Was bleibt?

Weniger Dauerkartenfreunde wegen lägerer Dauer und mehroderwenigerhalbherziger Boykottstimmung. Weniger Ansagen, weniger Gäste. Mehr Filme. Mehr Entspanntheit. Mehr Urlaub. Weniger verpasst. Weniger Gurken. Weniger Sachenliegenlassenstress.


Zu den Filmen, rückblickig:

Sooo gut:

Under the Skin.
Blue Ruin.
The Rover.
Starred up.
The strange Color of your Body´s Tears.
What we do in the Shadows.
Housebound.
R100.
Killers.
Cannibal.
Inumber Number.
The Babadook.
A hard Day.
The Mule.


Fast genauso gut:

Whit Bird in a Blizzard.
The divine Move.
Jamie Marks is dead.
Man on high Heels.
Metalhead.
Wrong Cops.


Wirklich ok:

These final Hours.
The Voices.
Life after Beth.
13 Sins.
Wolf Cop.
Time lapse.
It follows.
Faults.
Coherence.
Cold in July.
Redirected.


Ziemlich ok:

Nurse 3D.
We gotta get out of this Place.
All Cheerleaders die.
Stage Fright.
The Custody.
Dark House.
Go Goa gone.
Honeymoon.
In Darkness we fall.
On the edge.
Open Windows.


Geht so:

Supremacy.
The Treatment.
Suburban gothic.
Beneath.
Wer.
Among the Living.
The Brotherhood of Tears.
Oculus.
The Canal.
The house at the End of Time.


Geht noch gerade so:

The November Man.
Out of the Dark.
Extraterrestrial.


Gescheitert, leider, leider:

Patch Town.
The F.all of the House of Usher.


Sehwarnung:

Get Shorty.