

A lonesome car. The wind is whistling. A door of an undefined building opens—is it a holiday bungalow, a shed or a ruin? A woman is standing at the window. The heat of an idle day of holiday, perhaps. The South, a place of longing.
“A staggering achievement of craft and ambition. Christian Petzold's vision lands with breathtaking precision.”
“Every frame feels alive. South is the rare release that takes its audience seriously.”