Indifferent landscapes, refracting light, some lonely bird and the window to the sebum-laden living room made of patterned wallpaper and trivialities. Cut. Tenacious sequences inflate moments to cliff-hangers and shatter their tremulous spectatorship. Thundering leitmotifs – in constant intoxication by German disinterest – with no backrest or lederhosen. Black-red-gold at full mast, the cinema is dead.

The 24-year-old Ekkehard is shocked by the suicide of Hans Georg, a young man under his care, and moves into his room because he initially believes that the causes of the suicide can be found in this environment. In his search for the reasons, his perception of his own reality changes.

After a local factory worker named Dorem Clery dies under mysterious circumstances, Werner Herzog travels to Getunkirchenburg to investigate his perplexing death. But Herzog, our narrator, is not who he seems, and the film is not what we expect…

The villainous scoundrel “Muscle” is planning the ultimate crime: He wants to cut Hildesheim off from the outside world in order to extort protection money and force obedience. Only the nerd Ralf can stop him. To do so, however, he must rise above himself and become the superhero Ralfmän.