In a Christian Petzold film, secrets attain a pleasurable, ghostly aura. Disclosures and epiphanies warrant utmost respect—their unravelling constantly recasting the film in a new light. Individuals choosing when to open up to each other isn’t so much the catalysing moment as it is the lead up through layers of not knowing. In this loose, liminal space, Petzold takes the most surprising leaps. His 2014 film, Phoenix, sifted through the ashes of postwar Germany and created characters seeking to escape their past, yet being sucked into it. Most of his works hit off an interface between history and the present moment—a dislodging sense of comprehension. Mirrors No.3 catapults that staggered awareness into an almost-intangible place, winding from unuttered sorrow to tough, necessary acceptance.



