We can infer that Munich’s shocking shorts award ceremony has to do with shocking short films. What we can’t figure out is why it’s so bizarrely, awesomely intriguing. Unlike Bettina Zimmermann, I can think of zero situations in which I’d want to be reminded of Mick Jagger’s red, slack, gaping maw every time I caught sight of myself in the mirror while washing my hands. Katharina Behrends’s dress is intriguing: it’s like mosquito netting overlaying early-90’s clubwear. Yet, it’s curiously pretty! For a mad moment, I thought, oh! It’s W.G. Sebald, and his premature death was just a bad dream and now he can win the Nobel Prize! Then I came to my sentence and realized it was Friedrich…
