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Hey there, arthouse movie lovers.
My name is Babette Cruickshank
and I'm a film programmer at Cucalorus Film Festival,
where I curate the IndieIncest segment.
I'm also a Rotten Tomatoes-approved critic
for ''Tinsel Tarmac,''
your online resource for all things cinematic.
Welcome from the freshly renovated basement sound studio
of ''Peak Avocado'' in sunny Echo Park, Los Angeles.
Now, I don't want to sound like too much of a fangirl here,
but it is an enormous privilege
to be able to host this audio commentary track
for Manus Oosthuizen's
elegiac feature documentary ''Razzennest.''
''Razzennest.''
Yes.
''Razzennest?''
''Razzennest.''
I apologize, Mr. Oosthuizen.
Oosthuizen.
I'm extremely sorry, Mr. Oosthuizen.
I accept your apology.
So ''Razzennest'' means ''rat's nest'' in Afrikaans,
your native language, is that correct?
No.
It's Early New High German, from the 1600s.
God, I'm so sorry.
I should have taken a closer look at the press release.
Agreed.
Razzennest is an extraordinary movie.
It truly knows what it wants,
but before we dive into commenting
and discussing your work, Mr. Oosthuizen,
let me introduce the team members
that have joined us here today.
Welcome Ellen Zampaglione, producer of Razzennest.
It's great being here with all of you.
Your outfit is fabulous, Ms. Cruickshank.
Thanks!
It's too bad no one's gonna see it.
So true.
Right.
So, we also have Mr. Hetti Friesenbichler
from Leoben, Austria.
I do hope I'm not butchering your name there.
All good.
No worries.
So let's just soak in the flair
of Razzennest for a moment.
This simple, eerie succession of images
is just as gripping as any
post-apocalyptic Young Adult drama
that would normally use scenes like these
as establishing shots.
Steve Dollar writes in Filmcracker Magazine
that ''Razzennest goes far beyond
''exploiting beautiful desolation.''
Such a great quote, Babette.
And Peter Kuplowsky actually calls it.
''Blair Witch sans Witch.''
What?
Just Blair?
Hetti Friesenbichler--
You conjured up these
haunting and mesmerizing vistas.
As the director of photography--
- Yes. - Camera operator.
Gosh, I'm so sorry.
That was my mistake.
Look, on IMDb it says DOP.
I changed it yesterday.
Ooooh.
I can literally feel
the magic sparks of teamwork in here.
I thought my contract said that I would--
Let's talk about that later.
Sorry folks.
This is a good moment to remind you
to get a bit closer to your microphones.
And Mr. Friesenbichler--
Yeah?
May I ask you to turn your phone off.
Okay, sorry.
A bodiless voice from the beyond.
Hi everybody, this is Pat Kirkpatrick, the PATMAN.
I'm your sound engineer,
so I'm next door in the control booth.
Yup.
We can't see you from here, Pat,
but it is good to know that you're watching over us.
He-hey.
How can you tell who's the sound guy's kid
at the playground?
They're the one sitting off to the side
watching everyone else have fun.
It's funny but it's true.
Yeah.
Good one, Pat.
Anyway, always a pleasure recording at your studio,
so thanks-- - Let's continue, please.
Of course.
Sorry.
I don't even know where to start summarizing
your exciting career.
Well, begin in the beginning.
Right.
You were born in 1970 in Bloemfontein, South Africa,
and you have a wide background in writing, film,
but also music.
You, of course, started the very influential
tekkno-grunge formation ''Die Vraag.''
The first feature that you helmed
was the true-crime drama ''Cutting Liquid''
featuring Alice Krige and Yaphet Kotto,
a heartbreaking story of apartheid
and illegal blood transfusions.
Very, very challenging.
In 1998, you formed the US production company.
''Die Totale Fantasie'' and created.
''Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble''.
It put him on the map, internationally.
The film deals with a secret,
undeclared joint nuclear weapons test
carried out by South Africa and Israel in the 1970s.
You make it sound so abstract,
but it truly is the Baby Yoda of anti-war documentaries.
Baby-what?
You know, from Star Wars.
Star-what?
Nevermind.
The idea to reenact most of the footage
with country musicians from Johannesburg and Gaza
was an absolute stroke of genius.
Rumor has it that Manus ended up
on the watchlist of the Mossad.
It's a tragedy that you weren't nominated
for an Academy Award.
Ahead of my time.
But ultimately, I couldn't care less.
Only for a rat, a bat looks like an angel.
My humanity is not defined
by the need for institutional acceptance.
I want to put true in front of change.
Yeah.
Your film ''My Dear Esteban'' generated a lot of attention.
Of course, you got to pick this one as an example.
Well, it is controversial.
Maybe in the West, not in Africa, or Asia,
where people have actual problems.
Your movie is about your experience
diving in the kelp forests of Canada, every day for a year.
During that time,
you befriended a seal that began to trust you
until you caught it and ate it.
Wouldn't you call that controversial?
No.
It shows the conditio humana as it is.
But the social media reactions were...
I mean, you, you were almost kicked off Twitter.
That was my intern.
I don't do Twitter.
I don't do YouTube.
David Lynch can have it all.
I think we should talk about Razzennest.
I mean, we're almost through the prologue
and we haven't even really started--
Yes.
No, sorry.
You're right, Mrs. Zampaglione.
Please, call me Ellen.
Okay, Ellen.
Mr. Oosthuizen, please tell us
what we can see on the screen.
Just look at it.
What, do you want me to explain the images to you now?
We can see what we can see.
Film is a visual medium.
Right.
So maybe tell us what we can't see?
Finally, a question after my own heart.
Listen here.
Whether you can stick with my work
will depend on how devoted you are
to the notion of ''show, don't tell.''
Because what is not shown,
that's the real deal in Razzennest.
What counts is between the 25 frames per second
that penetrate your retina.
Actually it's 24 frames.
You demanded I shoot 60 frames and then convert--
Later.
The entire film was shot in the Rohrwald,
a region in Lower Austria, Central Europe.
And how did you discover this region?
You don't discover places, they summon you.
Fun tidbit for Manus's fans on Letterboxd.
We were screening our drama, ''A Girl Named Colonoscopy''
at the Viennale film festival.
It won the award for Best International Problem.
At one of the after-parties,
we met this nouvelle gore film maker called Martin Newerkla.
Who highly recommended the Rohrwald area.
He had already shot some stuff there.
Three family therapy sessions and four disembowelments.
I see.
It's a rustic landscape with enthralling forests
and melodramatic farmland.
And many remains from dark days long gone by.
You mustn't forget that this area
has been settled for thousands of years.
It oozes mystery and dullness.
Beautiful.
Well done, Mr. Friesenbichler.
Thank you.
I would have loved to shoot with an M18
through an unbleached muzz.
Get four 18ks, some 12x12 ultrabounces.
Why the fuck is this guy here, Ellen?
Did you pay for his flight?
No.
I haven't even paid his fee yet.
That entire area
is drenched in Roman Catholic symbolism.
That's why a lot of the film
deals with a psycho-geographic contemplation
of the Judeo-Christian footprint.
Contemplation?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I'm not fucking Terrence Malick.
I take my job seriously.
What I want is to lure the audience
right into the heart of darkness of the 30 years war.
A war that lasted 30 years?
Fuck me, what a wet fart of a question.
Manus, don't be rude to Babette!
It's time for Americans to learn that the world
is not the Bubba Gump Shrimp Company.
The 30 years war was a religious conflict,
1618 to 1648, 30 years.
Do you want to count?
Catholics vs Protestants.
One of the bloodiest wars in all of European history.
The Protestant German states
fought the imperial Catholic alliance.
Hapsburgian Austria, the Catholic German states and Spain.
That's right.
Then Sweden entered the war on the Protestant side
and defeated Austria.
Exactly.
And the French, they did what they always do.
Surrender?
Spread disease.
What was the outcome of the war?
The war solved no problems,
and its effects were disastrous and...
Sorry.
You're excused.
It solved no problems,
and it changed the face of Europe forever.
It put Germany on its well-known trajectory of madness,
and it fostered the fear and distrust
of other ethnicities and faiths.
Sentiments you can still feel on the streets today.
In your press release,
you say that your film deals
with one of the sources of ''toxic deadliness.''
That's it.
Everyone wanted peace and they fought each other
for 30 years to get it.
But your film is so calm.
It's almost like a love letter to forgiveness.
Did you listen to anything I just said?
In some areas, up to 60% of the population were killed.
Compared to this,
the death lists and destruction of the world wars
seem almost harmless.
Wow.
I've got goosebumps just hearing about it.
That's good, Babette.
You need to connect to your feelings.
Burning towns, scorched earth.
Not a grain of wheat left behind.
Eyewitnesses wrote that people lived like animals,
eating bark and leaves, and acorns.
They roasted rats, cats, dogs, horses, and worse.
Worse?
Like a seal?
Yes, like a seal.
The first European witch hunts
began during the war
because many people tried to find spiritual scapegoats.
So microaggression turned macro?
Yes, like this.
This is like talking to a PEZ dispenser.
The film itself offers no narrative framing,
just images of forests, crosses, powerlines.
Do I have to spell everything out?
Whoa.
Hey, that clipped.
Do you want to re-scream that part?
For fuck's sake!
Yes.
Ellen, please take over.
I have to compose myself.
Still recording.
Babette, you're doing a great job.
Don't take what Manus says too personally.
Thanks.
It's all too close to his heart.
The inherent violence of the symbolic sphere
really triggers him.
Christianity is the ultimate death cult.
There are no words in the film,
just the dark electronic soundscape by Alec Empire.
We couldn't get Slipknot.
No words.
No voice.
No commentary.
I want truth, not propaganda.
My film doesn't need Morgan Freeman.
Right, right here.
This is a great shot.
Tell us a little more about it?
For tourists, the Rohrwald's landmark
is Kreuzenstein castle.
It was totally destroyed by the Swedes in 1645.
And completely rebuilt in the late 1800s
by some inbred aristocrat,
most probably to impress the ladies.
They also shot some porn there in the 1980s.
Wow.
So it's soaked in history.
Now, that's what I call an impressive bachelor pad.
Bloated kitsch.
Nowadays they shoot Nicholas Cage crap there.
I actually liked Willy's Wonderland.
Don't distract, man.
This is important.
This is existential.
If you hike deep into the Rohrwald forest,
you find a place called Schwedenhohlen or Schwedenlocher.
The Swedish holes.
Earthen caves dug into the clay made by human hands.
They constitute the emotional epicenter,
The Razzennest.
The dominant narrative
is that they were built as hiding places.
Places of refuge for the inhabitants
of the surrounding villages during the 30 years' war,
when the Swedish general, Torstenson, occupied the area.
Babette, when we talk about Swedish troops,
I have to add that most of them didn't even speak Swedish.
It's more likely they were German mercenaries,
fighting far away from home.
And many Austrian soldiers
spoke a mixture of German and Spanish
because they fought side by side with Spaniards.
Okay, can we leave aside
the brainwankery trivia for a moment.
What is relevant, okay,
is that many peasants fled from the murderous armies,
most of them plundering and raping hordes.
Hunger and lawlessness prevailed.
Many people died from epidemics.
I could listen to this for hours.
It's so informative compared to just the visuals.
Mothers had to carry seven children on average
in order for just one to survive.
How do you live and love in such a world?
I'm not sure that's the right question.
What is the right question?
Why don't you try on for size,
can you imagine the pain on those faces?
If you don't mind me asking,
why aren't you showing any faces?
Why are there no people in the film?
Are you insane?
Should I show families shitting blood until they croak?
Should I hire prostitutes for LARPing mass rape?
I'm not a pornographer.
So you're anti-sex-work?
Jy joke seker?
No.
I...
I refuse to show the thing I want to address.
But you said film is a visual medium?
Visual, yes, but not exploitative.
My film is Lanzmann's Shoah without the fucking faces.
Woah, I think we need to put that into context.
Do you know what Friedrich Schiller
wrote about the 30 years' war?
Fuck, he is in recital mode.
Here commenced a scene of horrors
for which history has no language, no poetry, no pencil.
Hey there, Patman here.
Could you maybe just speak into the mic?
In a single church, 53 women were found beheaded.
And the Croats amused themselves
by throwing children into the flames.
Pappenheim's Walloons,
they were stabbing infants at the mother's breast.
I-I--
Shhhh.
It's just--
Shhh.
And that is what my film is.
A moment of silence.
So you try to explain a profane
yet insane reign of pain?
By George, I think she's got it.
If a person sees my movie,
I hope that person sees a million different movies.
Excuse me.
Okay.
If you know how quickly people forget the dead,
you simply stop living to impress people.
I want to recite my favorite poem.
That would be amazing.
Grass.
By Carl Sandburg.
''Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
''Shovel them under and let me work,
''I am the grass; I cover all.
''And pile them high at Gettysburg.
''And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
''Shovel them under and let me work.
''Two years, 10 years, and passengers ask the conductor:
''What place is this?
''Where are we now?
''I am the grass.
''Let me work.''
I'm speechless.
You do understand, don't you?
That, whatever one does,
the grass keeps growing?
Sorry, do you have some water?
Sure.
There are some bottles of Fiji right over there.
Thank you.
I am a demanding personality,
but my best quality is, quality.
I think we achieved Manus's goal.
Congratulations.
How would you frame the film?
Inquisitive pastiche.
Kier-La Janisse did an excellent documentary
on folk horror.
Folk horror?
Honestly?
Corn rigs and barley rigs and corn rigs are bonnie.
Don't you ever put me in that category.
They can all keep their ancient spirits
in bad make-up for themselves.
But Eggers.
Eggers can suck my Aster.
How about the editing process?
Shout-out to our co-editor.
Shaquana Alyssa Washington.
Yo.
Co-editor?
How come?
She told us, when she cuts video on the computer,
she connects so deeply with the material,
it's like cutting herself.
She calls it synEDITesia.
But in the end, for deadline purposes,
I finished the film myself.
Wow.
Been there done that.
You know, you get to a Zen-like place
where the film starts telling you how it wants to be edited.
Can't wait to see it on the big screen
at the world premiere at Fantastic Fest 2022.
Yes, I heard about the premiere.
What an interesting festival choice.
It's huge, but it's so genre.
I'm quite friendly with Annick Mahnert,
the head of programming there.
Her dog's adorable.
And have they ever shown anything like this?
Fuck Tribeca is my middle name.
For far too long,
my films have been ghettoized as so-called art movies.
We need a proper ghetto uprising.
Razzennest will touch the audience.
A bad touch.
Consensual bad touch.
I don't want to spoil anything,
but when you consider all this radical bleakness,
Razzennest actually has a very intimate,
almost romantic ending.
Leaves you with a complex,
acidic aftertaste, doesn't it?
The closing monologue is, of course,
narrated by Gremlins 2 director, Joe Dante.
What an unforeseeable choice.
We are old friends.
Although I deeply question Joe's sensibilities
as a filmmaker.
Well, what can I say?
Look, I lost a stupid bet with him, so that's that.
How fun.
It's a minor blemish.
Could you tell us about.
Razzennest's working conditions?
Very intense.
It was a three-day shoot.
Extraordinary 72 hours.
You were only there for three hours.
So what?
I was sufficiently convinced of your abilities,
otherwise I wouldn't have hired you.
Mr. Friesenbichler,
tell us about your previous work.
Mostly Kickstarter videos.
We wanted to work with Ulrich Beidl's camera guy,
but it turned out that he had a #metoo scandal.
Mr. Friesenbichler was recommended to us
by a guy on Facebook.
Interesting.
We really needed
an Austrian team member in a key position,
so we could apply for federal funding at the OFIK.
It's mind-boggling that there is
so much public funding for the arts in Europe.
Doesn't that almost make it too easy?
Easy?
No.
Austria's film industry
is one government-sanctioned cockfight.
We competed with Geyrhalter's film about microplastics
in the same jury session.
But we pecked that chicken good?
Mr. Friesenbichler,
why don't you tell us a little about
the beginning of your cooperation.
I got a Facebook message,
but I only read it three weeks later.
I prefer Telegram.
What an amusing story.
Never heard of Mr. Oosthuizen before.
But then I duckduckgoed him, and he sounded interesting.
I hoped for something challenging camera work,
like the one in his jazz musical.
I Am Not Throwing Away My Shot.
It's about Stalin.
A hundred dancing Ukrainian grandmothers
in the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone.
With Jeff Goldblum on the spinet.
Aaron Hillis called it Polanski for grown-ups.
The production would be a bit more complicated,
I would say, in today's political climate.
Especially insurance for Jeff.
I remember half of our crew had to be bribed.
And we had a big crew.
Well, I ended up running through the woods alone.
I was happy that Mr. Friesenbichler and I
quickly established a meaningful visual language,
so that I could leave.
The weight of the burden of the past
was just too much for me.
Looking at the images right now,
what do you say, Mr. Friesenbichler?
Ja, I did what I could.
Meaning?
For example.
Nobody told me anything about the Sweden holes.
They are pretty deep and I am claustrophobic.
Ooh.
Sounds exciting.
I got stuck.
Intense.
Yeah.
I got stuck in a cave with a giant spider web.
It was as big as a curtain.
I hate spiders.
I felt this strange presence.
This, this dark presence.
What a pansy.
Did you get a mission briefing?
Mr. Oosthuizen told me
I should capture the dead souls of the place.
Exactly.
That was hard.
But you did it.
I hope so.
What do you mean, ''I hope so?''
Look at the images.
Look at the power.
You can see it.
They are hypnotic.
I am much more efficient
when I get a more explicit task.
Like what?
Like, details.
Details?
More details than
run through the woods and film stuff.
That is not what I said.
You wrote it down on a post-it before you left.
Right next to the dead souls shit.
I understand that you are used
to more concrete arrangements,
but releasing the true potential of everyone on set
is my main priority.
I was the only one on set.
Exactly.
Look, I am not saying that--
What are you not saying?
You left me alone.
I had to stay in this rundown restaurant
that was also a swinger club.
They didn't even have Wi-Fi.
No one in the 1600s had Wi-Fi.
They didn't have cameras either.
What is this?
Method-filming?
Okay, okay, gentlemen.
I'm a vegetarian, and they served me chicken.
You know what they said?
They said it's not meat.
It isn't meat, it's poultry.
For three days, I ate nothing but Nutella.
Movie-making is not as glamorous as people think.
You can't put the shit back in the muskrat.
And I felt really dizzy while shooting.
I had chills run up my spine all the time, I was sweating,
it was hard for me to concentrate.
You don't say.
Maybe, just maybe there is a correlation
with your hazelnut diet.
Catering is the most important part
of any film production.
Manus has a whole segment about it in his Masterclass.
I was sick, I was cold,
and those stupid SD cards were making trouble all the time.
Many files had weird glitches
and some of the footage had creepy, black shadows.
The stupid shadows, yes.
We had to remove them in post-production.
No.
No, not removed.
I color-corrected them.
They're still in there.
Sometimes you can still see them.
Don't tell me what I can and cannot see.
It is so fascinating to hear about
all the struggles the team had to go through.
Team?
What team?
Man, who hurt you?
When did you stop believing in yourself?
Manus, come on.
I immortalized his struggle.
You can thank me later.
Babette, shooting a film forges new bonds.
We're very glad that Hetti is now part of our family.
Who?
You mean him.
Do you at least know if I can come
to the premiere at Fantastic Fest?
Lisa Dreyer is not sure how many tickets
they'll have for us.
I'll keep you posted.
I already paid the ticket
to come here out of my own pocket.
What is it that can we see
on the screen right now?
Yeah.
Forest.
Is there a special moment that you remember?
Yeah, there is.
Sorry.
I rolled this big log over
and underneath was a little stick.
And I thought, that log had a child.
That's not canon.
Sorry.
You've got anything more quotable, Manus?
Sure.
I would travel down to hell and wrestle
a film away from the devil if it was necessary.
I feel a bit sick.
Should we pause the recording?
No, no.
We've got a good flow now.
Come on.
Um...
Is anything wrong with him?
Can I maybe get you some water?
Yes, yes please.
Here you go.
Is he gonna drink that whole bottle?
That was fast.
Yeah, please more.
O-Okay.
That is our last one.
Thank you.
Ellen.
Yes?
Can he go outside?
Can he?
I don't know.
He can do that outside.
Ooh, danke.
Someone was thirsty.
Can we edit that out later?
Pat?
Yeah, sure totally.
We can remove all of that.
No worries, folks.
Right, great.
Are you all good, man?
A bit dizzy.
Probably the jetlag.
Of course.
You just arrived here yesterday.
Yeah, nine hours time difference to Vienna.
It's one in the morning for me.
Just like time travel.
Yeah.
Can we focus on the important stuff, please?
Okay, well, let's get back to the recording
and we're on.
Good.
I would argue that Jodorowsky's Dune...
- My god, Hetti. - What the fuck?
Come on. - Eww.
Shit.
What the fuck?
Pat?
Patman to the rescue.
I'm coming to the studio.
I appreciate it, thanks.
Look at the color.
What color?
Of the puke.
It's dark.
God, you're right.
It's, it's like black clay.
What the bloody hell have you been eating?
More Nutella?
It's probably just the lighting here.
Why would it be clayey?
Maybe because your camera guy
is like really sick?
He's just really overacting.
What is wrong with you?
I ate a whole fucking seal and I wasn't sick
and this wimp pukes his guts out
just because he's in a different time zone?
Good, here he is.
Man, look at you.
Yeah.
Look, we're gonna have to stop the recording.
Let's get this poor guy some help.
Yeah, but when should we continue?
We have some timeslots available tomorrow.
That's not possible.
He'll be on a plane to Caracas.
The camera guy?
No, not the fucking camera guy.
I will be.
Yes.
He's going to be on a panel with Tilda.
What about you do
the rest of the commentary alone, Mrs. Zampaglione?
Well, I think I could.
Certainly not, Ellen.
That that's absurd.
Okay, but there's puke everywhere.
I don't care.
I'm 52 and I have seen it all.
- But-- - No buts.
When I shot in Yemen, with war all around me,
I was so sick of fever that I could not sleep.
The only thing I could do is read a book
and because I was feeling so alone,
I buried the book on the edge of the desert with a spade.
We need to bury the book, now.
Bury?
We need to bury the book now.
Bury a book?
A metaphor.
Bury a metaphor?
Right.
Okay, look.
Patman to the rescue.
Hey, bro.
Come along with me, there is a couch in my control room.
I kept that good old lady even after the renovation.
Spent a lot of hours on her, believe me.
She is super comfy.
Got you all set up.
Thank you.
Thanks, Pat.
Look at his face.
Take it slow.
God, his complexion.
It's like Giuliani's hair dye.
I heard that.
Okay, watch your step, bub.
Can we leave the door open?
It smells awful in here.
Not great, not terrible.
Do you really insist on keeping recording?
We keep recording.
Your decision, man.
Okay.
Thanks, Pat.
Well, thank god this isn't a long movie.
Excuse me?
I mean, it's good that we're not stuck in here
for too much longer.
Wimps.
Look, we better wait
till Pat's back at the mixer,
just to be sure that everything's in order.
Agreed.
I have seen my share of weird stuff but puking--
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shut up.
Really?
I--
Find your inner strength, Ellen.
But shouldn't we--
Woman, that's enough queefing about.
No.
That's enough, Manus.
Okay, Hetti's super snug as a bug on a rug
on the couch, resting.
So we can continue and-- - Yeah.
We're on.
That's what I call a pro.
So, now, let's finish this once and for all.
Mr. Oosthuizen,
please tell us what it is that you see
when you look at these images.
I see calm and terror.
I see growth and destruction.
I see that people are far more comfortable
with demons than with angels.
I see a borehole into the emotional depth of yesteryear.
Woah, okay.
That was a little loud, dude.
Quiet, the artist is present.
Now, I'm feeling really weird.
Hey, woah,
- what's going on, buddy. - Pat?
Hey, you don't look well at all.
Why don't you sit down.
You just need a minute--
Do you hear that?
Buddy?
Pal?
Guy?
Friend?
Bud, are you okay?
Pat?
God.
Do you assholes want to give me tinnitus?
What is this?
I have no idea.
Pat?
- What the fuck? - ...children...
- This is super unhealthy. - ...pray...
- ...the Swedes are on their way! - I can't hear you. Pat is that you?
...tomorrow comes Oxenstierna...
- ...will teach the children to pray! - What the fuck is going on?
- Wh-What are they saying? - I think it's...
- Pray, children, pray... - My god, stop it.
What kind of fucked up prank is this?
What?
This is clearly some bullshit
for your TikTok page or something,
something to get cheap likes.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
Don't you play me for a sucker, young lady.
No, I'm not--
Has our little tune frightened you?
What?
Our little song wasn't meant to scare you, wasn't it?
Fuck!
Come out, you dirty lot!
No more beautiful death in the world...
...than to be slain by the enemy!
On green heath, in the open field...
...may not hear great lamentation!
What is going on?
But here you find good company,
with all who fall like leaves...
Hetti, if this is about the money,
I can PayPal you right now.
Are you all having a good laugh
at our expense?
Hahaha.
All right, I've had enough of this.
I'm gonna go get Pat.
Huzzah! What a neat mop of hair!
What the...
Let go of my hair.
Please!
Get the fuck out!
Manus, help me with the door.
Get out!
My God, that's on fire.
Is that...
Is that burning plastic?
Where's the fire extinguisher?
There's too much smoke.
I can't see it.
It's probably outside the door.
That's not according to fire code.
Here, put it out with that jacket.
What the hell is it?
It, it looks like...
It looks like a piece of soundproofing.
Why would they set it on fire?
Because their daddies didn't love them?
I don't care, call 911.
My, my cell's in my jacket,
I left it upstairs in the office.
What about you?
You know I don't own a cell phone.
You don't what?
Fuck data retention.
I stand with Assange.
It doesn't matter,
there's no reception down here anyways.
Are you trying to scare me?
I'm no goddamn snowflake.
I'm an ice machine at Motel 6, nothing scares me.
My head.
Am I bleeding?
A bit.
Does that hurt?
Yes.
Here, put this hanky on it.
Thanks.
This is gonna be a hell of a bruise.
Hey, there's a landline over here.
No tone.
It's patched through to the control booth.
Fuck it.
What about the fire alarm?
No, it's not connected yet
because of the fucking renovation.
Help me block the door, in case they come back.
Here, the table.
Okay, we need--
We need to remain levelheaded!
I know, but we, we have to--
When I shot with Elijah Wood in Guatemala,
I almost drowned in a porta-potty.
Do you know how I survived?
By level-headedness.
Look, I'm not sure all this yelling is helping.
I'm not yelling.
I'm projecting confidence.
What language is that they were speaking?
I think it's German.
German?
Old German.
But why?
Because they're anti-vaxxers.
What?
I'm joking.
I have no fucking idea.
It's not old German?
No, it is old German.
They are not anti-vaxxers, you idiot sandwich.
What?
Hey, what are you doing, Ellen?
Trying to climb on the table.
Why?
There's a little window up here
and it's the only way to see
what's going on outside the door.
Okay, good idea.
Yeah, I'll give you a leg up.
Thanks, Babette.
It's my knee.
I fucked it up doing yoga.
Right.
Good.
Okay.
I can see the hallway.
There are some FedEx boxes,
a whiteboard, folding chairs,
the rest of the soundproofing they set on fire.
I can see the staircase going up to the office.
Is anyone up there?
Well, it's Sunday.
It's not staffed on the weekend.
Can you see the crazies?
No.
Where are they?
Do you think they left?
I can't see down the hallway to the control booth.
Someone is coming down the stairs.
What?
A woman.
Let me up.
I want to see.
Wait, what the fuck do you think you're doing?
What does it look like I'm doing?
Careful, you'll knock us both down.
Help us.
She can hear us.
We need...
We need to open the door.
She is holding a baby.
Get down.
We need to open the door.
Wait, wait, she's coming towards us.
She is saying something but I can't hear her.
God.
- What? - What?
My God.
What's happening?
No.
Jesus.
- Ellen. - What's happening?
What's happening? - Don't let them in.
Don't let them in.
What happened?
- For Christ's sake, don't let them in.
Ellen.
Jesus, what's going on?
Let's get her down.
No, no, no, no.
What happened?
Leave her alone.
Can't you see she's traumatized?
And what about me?
Does it look like I'm playing Candy Crush?
- No, no. - It's okay, it's okay.
- No. - It's okay, it's okay.
- My God. - Fuck!
Okay, what happened down there?
- The, the woman. - Yes?
The woman she wanted to help us
and then they came for her.
Who?
Pat and the camera guy?
Yeah.
What did they do?
They, they took the baby.
And then?
And then smashed it against the wall.
My god.
What?
Again and again.
What?
The woman was screaming and then they grabbed her.
My god.
And they just beat her and beat her,
and then, and then they took it.
What?
What did they take?
They just took it.
Shut up.
Back at the control booth.
The sound.
I think, I think they're eating the baby.
You're hysterical.
I need to take a look.
Okay, I can see the legs of the woman.
She's on the ground right in front of the door.
The angle is bad from up here.
A great miracle!
The fodder in the villages was all gone.
Day after day nothing but bark to eat!
And then such a feast!
Por la bondad de Dios.
Fuck.
They're...
We need to get out of here.
I need something.
Here's a mic stand.
Okay, this is better than nothing.
What do you want to do?
You want to fight them?
Sure.
In Chiapas, I fought a rabid dwarf with a selfie stick.
Shhh.
They can hear us.
- Don't go out there. - Shhh.
They can hear us through the mics.
Absolute quiet.
Shhh.
Psst.
I can stick my head out.
Fuck.
She doesn't have a face anymore.
They bashed it in.
It's just pulp.
I'll try to get her handbag.
Fuck, I can't get it off.
Pull harder.
Fuck! - Shush.
Her arm came off.
Come back in.
My scarf is caught on the door handle.
Come on.
I'm trying.
Infidels!
Swedes!
You serve the Devil himself!
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit, fuck, shit.
Block the door again.
Jislijk, that was close.
Fucking hell, that was close.
What the fuck?
Okay, let's see.
A DVD, Get Lamp?
It has a nice little nerd doc.
One out of five stars
because it doesn't fucking help.
Fuck.
Empty it out.
Some floss, hankies, a face mask.
Christ, she must be from the fucking Palisades.
She doesn't even have Mace in here.
No car keys for stabbing?
Smart key.
Absolutely useless. - Fuck.
Okay, here's her wallet.
Here's her wallet.
Good heavens!
What?
Her name is Emily Mary Kirkpatrick.
My God.
He ate his own child.
- No. - No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- God.
No, God.
Ellen.
Ellen, what is it? - Ellen, are you all right?
Don't let them in!
What?
Don't let them in here!
Jesus, fuck.
Our Father in heaven,
Who tellest all of us in heart...
- What is this? - What the fuck?
...brothers to be, and on Thee call...
I think it's German.
What?
She's speaking German.
Grant that not only the mouth pray!
Help deepest heart show the way.
What is going on here?
Listen to what the Swede is doing to our women!
Scare them, so that they can do nothing else but pray to dear Jesus!
The Swede will look when we catch him.
But it's time we took care of that treacherous wench.
Hide food from us, the trollop!
I feel like I know what
I'm going to do with her!
What are we going to do?
I'll check what they're up to.
What do you see?
They're moving her corpse
back to the control room.
And?
I guess she's not a beauty anymore, Mendoza!
But she is still warm!
Vero.
There is no more beautiful death in the world...
...yeah... than to be slain... by the enemy!
On earth as in Heaven, in pain give us patience for relief, obedience in...
Good Lord.
It's my turn.
I'm turning off the speaker.
I can't listen to this shit anymore.
This must be some kind of psychosis
or maybe someone put drugs in our water.
Drugs?
Drugs that make you speak German?
Friesenbichler speaks German.
Sure.
What about Ellen?
She is from fucking Hounslow.
Bravo.
Madame interviewer can read a CV.
Don't patronize me, boomer.
Boomer?
Hey, I'm Gen X?
What are we gonna do with her?
Hey, Ellen?
Are you, are you okay?
Ellen?
Let me try, I know a bit of German.
Okay.
Who are you?
Hanna.
Hanna?
What are you doing here?
Hiding. 1285.
Where are you from?
Oberrohrbach.
Since Christmas I've been holed up here.
How many months?
Four of them!
She's insane.
She says, she's from Oberwhatever,
and she's been here for four months.
What?
Here?
Where are we?
Well here, in the earth, in the mud cave!
Come on.
What?
She says she's hiding in the caves.
What caves?
What fucking caves do think?
The fucking caves in my film!
Fucking insanity.
Do you, do you think it could be real?
This is all a bit too real, if you ask me.
Could they be like,
like a reincarnations of-of-of-of dead people?
Of old souls?
Are we really gonna go there?
I thought you are so well-connected
to the spiritual world.
For God's sake.
Aren't you so proud
that the Zunri people made you a shaman?
You stayed with them for two years.
So what?
Then do something.
I don't know.
Talk to the spirits.
I don't know.
This could work.
Let me assist you.
Do-Do you need to meditate?
It's ritual poetry and dance
to connect with the spirits.
W-W-W-Well, come on.
I mean, do an exorcism or something.
I don't have my prayer stick.
You know what?
Do it.
This is ridiculous.
You are doing it.
You're doing great.
I can't, goddamit.
Why?
I stayed at the fucking Marriott.
Okay?
What?
I never did the shaman thing.
What?
Look.
Do I look like Richard fuckin' Stanley?
It's all staged.
You're a fraud.
Cry me a river.
Cultural appropriation.
It would also have been cultural appropriation
if I had done the fucking ritual.
Cultural fucking appropriation!
It brought them lots of media attention, okay?
Bullshit artist.
Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit artist!
Shut up, you twat.
Who, who do you think you are?
I know very well who I am, and guess what?
I also know what Star Wars is,
but pretending I don't,
just makes me as cool as Werner Herzog, that creepy fart.
I didn't even eat that fucking seal,
Joe Dante hooked me up with Rob Bottin
and he made one for me, fake blubber and all.
Fantastic.
Just fantastic.
And what about this?
W-W-What do you actually know about the caves in this video?
Do you, do you know anything,
do you anything about the people that lived there?
Nothing.
There isn't much on Wikipedia.
You bastard.
Films are business,
and I can't waste two years on an idea.
I need output, output for every single festival season.
Generation shitstorm.
Maximize the attention.
You are--
An entertainer.
I entertain.
I make people believe in my made-up realities,
in my lies, make them love me.
That's my job.
Are the mercenaries gone?
I think they're all possessed.
Nonsense.
You told the camera guy
that he should capture dead souls.
So?
What if it really worked?
That would make him a lot better
at his job than I thought.
Well, do you have any other explanation?
We don't need an explanation.
We need a solution.
Where is my mother?
Where is my dear little mother?
She always bugged me,
but I liked her better as a producer than as a peasant.
Time to get shit done.
Nothing here.
Paper, sharpies, batteries and some...
Yes.
A spray can.
Cruickskank, you've got a lighter?
No, that's just insulation foam
from the renovation.
Fucking spray foam.
Couldn't they have left a screwdriver
or a box cutter or something?
Okay.
What have we got here?
What a beauty.
Congratulations.
You found an old coffee machine.
That's Mr. Coffee machine to you.
So what are you gonna do?
MacGyver us a musket out of sharpies and an old percolator?
Respect your elders, young lady.
Get fucked.
Like Mrs. Kirkpatrick?
How tempting.
Hey, Cruickshank.
Do you need to pee, by any chance?
Are you nuts?
No, I'm a filmmaker
and filmmaking is problem-solving,
so do you need to pee or not?
What?
If you need to pee then pee into the machine.
It's the only liquid we have here.
I want to boil it and use it as a weapon.
Ewww.
What do you mean, ''Ewww''?
First of all, I don't feel comfortable.
I don't care whether you feel comfortable or not,
if you have to pee, then pee into the machine.
Like this.
Woah.
Okay.
Your turn.
Don't be shy.
I have seen my fair share of film critic pussy, okay?
Why doesn't it surprise me
that a White guy who grew up in South Africa
in the '70s is a major asshole?
Shame, you're hurting my feelings, darling.
Listen, I'm pretty decent.
My dad, not so much.
He was a police officer.
Beat the shit out of the kaffers.
Jesus.
Get a move on.
Did you know that regardless of size
most mammals urinate for about the same amount of time?
21 seconds.
So that's something you know,
but you don't know
what the Thirty Years' War is?
No?
Whatever.
Don't you whatever me.
When I grew up, I sat for hours
just waiting for my favorite song to play on the radio
so I could hit record on my cassette player
only to have the DJ fucking talk over it.
I didn't know who was calling on the phone
because it didn't have a display.
I didn't win any computer games
because they just kept faster,
and if I wanted to send an email,
some fucking machine had to serenade
a crazy-ass robo song to another machine.
Go eat a Tide Pod.
Is this weird display of self-pity
some kind of coping mechanism?
I think it might be.
So what's your glorious plan?
Step one, plug in the machine.
Step two, turn on machine.
Step three, we wait.
Should we maybe listen into the control room?
Good thinking.
Let's get some intel.
Ludwig, now we lack only the brandy!
Soldiers have come, have taken everything...
Broke the windows. Have carried away the lead...
Poured bullets out of it, and shot the peasants!
Who is singing?
Who wants to confuse us?
Strangest of places here!
Is it bewitched?
What are you talking about, lad?
That's superstition.
Be a good Catholic, and don't let yourself be bullied like that.
It's just a bunch of farmers
hiding out here somewhere.
And if we're lucky, we'll catch another one of Torstensson's soldiers.
What are they saying?
Spicker, that old crow!
- Calls himself an imperial Catholic commander!
It's very convoluted.
He should have died rather than leave Kreuzenstein to...
...the Swede Torstensson without a fight.
They're talking about Leopold Wilhelm.
The Protestant Satan now looks down on us from above.
Where is Archduke Leopold Wilhelm?
Dobbiamo diese Festung zurÃ¼ckzugewinnen.
What shall we do with the dead maid?
Leave her here!
Maybe there's still something there.
You braggart!
They seem to be thinking they are Austrians,
looking for Swedes.
Turn it off.
Should we try to talk to them?
They gobbled down
a dead baby like popcorn chicken.
I don't think that's gonna change a thing.
That smell is revolting.
That is the smell of victory, baby.
I'm gonna burn their fuckin' faces off.
20 minutes ago
they were our sound guy and your cameraman.
It's unbelievable that we're talking about them like this.
Don't you go soft on me now.
- Where is Volkhard? - 1546.
Where is my Volkhard? 1547.
What is she saying?
What's the matter, you?
Forget it, she's useless.
What do we do now?
All we need to do is make it up the staircase.
We are on North Alvarado, close to Sunset.
There's a gas station next door
and the El Rancho Market on the other side.
There's tons of people!
So what?
We just lure them in here,
and you splash them with the hot piss?
Yes.
Like we let them in here?
No.
You want to attack them?
No.
Are you capable
of more than monosyllabic answers?
Yes.
I knew you would say that.
I'm gonna try and run for the staircase,
and if they attack me, I'll attack them.
Wait, and I stay here?
Yes.
Why?
Because you are a fuckin' liability.
I'm faster on my own.
I can make it to the street, and that's all we need.
You wanna leave me here alone?
It's only for a few minutes.
That's not good.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hush.
Reduce the negative self-talk.
I don't want to be stuck in here with her.
No, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no-- - Hey, hey, hey, hey.
What?
How does The Rock pee?
What?
How does The Rock pee?
I don't know.
How does The Rock pee?
He Dwyane's his Johnson.
That is so stupid.
It worked, didn't it?
What do you mean?
I broke the cycle.
What cycle?
The cycle of negativity.
No, no, no, no, no.
We aren't even close and it's all your fault.
You and your boring movie.
I don't know about you,
but I intend to go to the premiere
at the fuckin' Alamo Drafthouse in fuckin' Austin, Texas
on fuckin' South Lamar
and I will eat some fuckin' Buffalo Cauliflower
in the fuckin' theater.
Well, the press will certainly love
your pretentious jerk fest.
For sure.
I can see it now.
''A gratifying experience.''
Pfft.
Nah.
Come on, try it.
Stay positive.
No.
Come on, indulge me.
Just one.
''Instant classic!''
''Tour de force.''
''Relevant.''
''Layered.''
''With a riveting performance by... moss!''
You know, you're the biggest misogynist
and emotionally abusive ass that I've ever met.
But this tight alpha male ass
will save your damn good lookin' one.
Okay.
- We should grab dinner next time I'm in town.
Mother Wolf on Wilcox.
Sure.
Really?
No, not really!
I'm just trying to motivate you for your fuckin' quest
to the top of the fuckin' stairs.
Okay, I get it.
I can't see anyone out there.
Turn on the system.
I want to hear if they're still in the control booth.
Fine.
What great misfortune!
Hey, shhh, Hanna.
- Quiet.
Ok?
I am getting help!
Yes... yes?
Shhh.
Are they sleeping?
It's time.
You take care of my producer, okay?
Just make sure you get us out of here.
Give me the coffee pot!
It's hot.
Here.
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Don't worry.
I'll be back with help.
Everyone responsible for this
is gonna get what they deserve.
Enough of the heroics.
You're right.
Time to subvert some genre tropes.
One, two, three.
Shit!
My god!
God!
- God! - Shit, shit, shit!
Jesus Christ!
Shit, shit, shit!
My god!
They're coming for us!
Devil himself!
What raving is this, fellow trooper?
I'm going to trying to stop the bleeding.
Okay?
It burns!
Stop thrashing about.
I need to stop the bleeding first.
My god, your eye.
My god.
You cut your eyelid off.
Fuck.
Fuck, what am I gonna do.
Fuck.
You!
Hey, hey, you!
Hanna!
Help me out here!
Hel... help!
You can hold him down.
My god.
Why the hell did you slip, man!
It's all...
My god, it's all over your face.
Wait.
Here, let me see your eye.
I need to...
My god.
I need to get the glass shards out.
God.
Hanna!
Door.
Block the door.
Door!
God!
Quiet, mother, quiet!
My god!
We're gonna have to get him to a hospital.
Volkhard is not far,
he will come to our aid, mother!
Here comes one of Torstensson's people!
Viva la casa de Austria!
We'll split his skull!
Lutheran!
And even more so the woman, the sinful one!
No!
No.
God!
Hanna.
Hanna! My dear child!
Mother!
Blame your Volkhard,
your German mercenary!
Damned Protestant!
Love falls where it may, mother!
- She... loves... - a Swedish corporal...
But he deserted for our love!
Misery, misery!
A sinner, in heaven and on earth!
Volkhard!
You are as proud as all proud beauties...
You know secured all my longing,
to you as the most radiant gem!
Calm down, mother, he'll be here soon!
He has sworn!
They're dragging over the Coke machine!
T-They're building goddamn ram out of it!
I, I need to get some help.
Okay.
Ooh, bag.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Seriously, Ellen?
A computer?
You've been flirting with me this whole time...
You had a fuckin' computer in your bag?
Jesus!
Okay.
Password.
Fine.
Guest account.
Okay, okay.
Nothing is installed on the guest account.
Just Opera?
The fuck!
Maybe I can use my Gmail.
Shit!
Wi-Fi password.
Whiteboard.
''Avocado.''
Okay.
Shit!
What?
No, no!
You can't send me a passcode to my cellphone, Gmail!
God stupid fuckin' 2-way authentication!
Schufte!
They finished the ram.
Jesus Christ.
Heave-ho!
Hahahah!
Look, the enemy's whore and her little mother.
What about you, little mother?
Show your face!
Is it leprosy?
Mouth rot?
Hahaha!
Have mercy! Mercy!
God has mercy; we don't.
You probably thought that we
would never find you.
We almost died a wretched death of hunger, but...
Hahaha!
Hue and cry!
Leave them alone!
Please, can't you see they're hurt!
And who might you be?
The Swede, perhaps?
Hey, whoa whoa whoa.
Put that XLR cable down!
Go on, tie their hands.
No, please.
No, please don't do this!
Search everything!
Maybe we'll find some sweet booty.
Cabinet!
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing at all!
Closet!
Indeed!
Mendoza!
What kind of trinket does he have?
I can't make sense of it, Ludwig.
How suspicious.
Let me.
Black magic!
We are facing... a witch!
So... ''little mother''!
Tell us everything!
Please don't.
I... don't... know...
Oho.
She doesn't know.
She. Doesn't. Know.
She! Doesn't! Know!
- Mother! - Then this!
Mother!
Mercy! - Please.
We have no mercy for the Devil's concubines...
...who spread their legs for the enemy.
Truly not.
I don't know!
She lies!
No!
Shut up!
Mother, dear mother,
tell us about the sinful ways of your precious daughter.
Pontifical soldiers, I beg your forgiveness!
Shall we allow ourselves to be fooled?
Has she not promised herself to the Devil
and consorted with his manly form?
No vice and no evil deeds!
Nothing!
Nothing?
Then the malevolent witch
is of no use to us!
Open your shameful mouth!
Swallow your own dark magic!
No! Mother!
Mother!
For Baby Jesus!
Viva la casa de Austria!
Amen.
No!
No! No! No! No! No! No!
Silence!
I'll cut off your breast and
roast it with wild garlic!
Hahaha!
''On the freedom of a Christian.''
Drag the witch out...
It really is cramped in this hole...
I'll take care of this young hussy.
Keep the damned wench alive!
We'll see, you righteous man!
Where... is... the... Swede?
Speak,
shameful whore!
Well then... who doesn't want to speak...
No!
I need to get some help.
This has to stop.
Harlot!
Do you want to make trouble?
Yeah, who wants to sneak away?
The Lord will punish you, sinners!
Volkhard!
Is that you?
Yes... beloved!
Hanna.
Everything will be fine!
Ha!
The damned Swedish corporal!
He's holed up here, after all!
Where is his pack?
Where?
I don't know anything!
I'm not fighting for Torstensson's army anymore!
So, so!
Run away has he?
For the girl!
He fancies a Catholic damsel!
Then he is of no help to us.
What can we do to him?
Let's not let him escape to Hell too quickly!
Let's do it!
I know what I intend to do with the woman.
I smoke out the rat's nest.
Let my Hanna go!
Defile me in her place!
Shut up!
Or does he want to eat hot coal?
Hey, Pat?
- Ludwig! - Patman?
Swede!
What the fuck?
I am booked for five o'clock.
It's Sunday.
It's Mathcore Sunday.
Haah.
Don't ''haah'' me, motherfucker.
This place is fuckin' trash, man.
I'm gonna yelp the living shit out of you.
Jeez.
Ambush!
More wicked people are sure to come!
I don't long for the grave, Ludwig!
Block the cave, Mendoza!
A nasty bonfire for this den of iniquity!
- Take to your heels. - All is lost here.
Come to me breast...
Curses upon you; Jesus Christ be my witness!
Come here!
Fear not!
I am here!
How the power of your gaze enchants me!
In the hereafter we are one, darling.
Quick, kiss me!
It should still be so in this world!
This film is dedicated to two nameless lovers
who were, according to legend, born under ill-fated stars.
Imperial Austrian soldiers detained the two
and burned them alive.
Villagers crossed their heavy hearts
when they found the charred corpses in the earthen caves.
The lovers, the tale says,
had died in a sweet, carnal embrace.
Their earthly remains were laid to eternal rest
at this spot in spring of 1645,
not long before the marauding army
took their woeful retreat.
What its connection is to the recording studio,
if any, at all, while that's under investigation
as is the cause of the fire.
Inside the building individual and small recording studios
that firefighters say created compartments of fire and smoke
that were challenging to navigate.
And as for those two people that were...