The title – like the name of the famed U.S. post-punk band of the 1980s – alludes to the television pictures of newsreaders or commentators. But the talking heads in Fliegauf’s film have no intention of conveying information, and nor do they choose a standard language. It is more a matter of words, private and casual, pouring out of the heads – as long as people listen. Six unbelievable everyday stories are told consecutively. All of them are about a “laci” – the man next door, the man on the street. Six real-life scare stories that will be remembered.
The title – like the name of the famed U.S. post-punk band of the 1980s – alludes to the television pictures of newsreaders or commentators. But the talking heads in Fliegauf’s film have no intention of conveying information, and nor do they choose a standard language. It is more a matter of words, private and casual, pouring out of the heads – as long as people listen. Six unbelievable everyday stories are told consecutively. All of them are about a “laci” – the man next door, the man on the street. Six real-life scare stories that will be remembered.