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“Nothing is as strong as the bond between a loving mother and her child,” says the woman in the new Viennese “Tatort”, who stands shakily on her high-heeled shoes.

It looks strange.

"As I've always wanted, a mother who takes care of me like that ..." she says to the child who sits tied to the bed in front of her.

Duct tape over the mouth.

She wants to be a good mother, she wants to have a family, and make children happy.

For this she kills bad mothers.

For example, mothers who pursue their horizontal business wall to wall to the children's room.

Butcher them down, take the children with you.

It's dark in Vienna.

Even what one hears, the lightless sound foil that Markus Kienzl composed for it, does not bode well.

Christopher Schier's film, screenplay by Mike Majzen, tells of a downright moldy city.

Toxic: Bibi Fellner (Adele Neuhauser, r.) With informant (Sophie Aujesky)

Source: ARD Degeto / ORF / Prisma Film / Petro

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Wrapped in strange, nocturnal colors.

In greasy yellow, greasy green, in colors that seep poisonously from all sides over everyone and everything.

Vienna looks like he's sick.

As bad as the inspectors who are trying to save what can be saved in this Finsterberg von Fall, who are investigating after the woman and the children.

And after us, who we have always known a lot more than they do.

Silly on the shoulder

Moritz (Harals Krassnitzer) grumbles, he knows that they are running out of time.

Bibi (Adele Neuhauser) runs around pale-faced.

She has not been able to sleep properly for weeks.

And wedges, thin-skinned as you are when the Alb is crouching on your shoulders, in all directions.

We see the real Alb that still crouches on our shoulders when it's all over.

In the mirror, put on lipstick, straighten your hair, straighten your costume.

Speak in voices.

A thin face.

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This figure is a nightmare, smoking crack, crashed, torn, crazy.

The woman's name is Janko, and she pretends to help Moritz hunt through the moral and criminal undergrowth of Vienna.

The woman is a man.

Max Mayer is that being.

It is good for biting off fingernails.

Nasty and fascinating, angry and hopeless and helpless at the mercy of himself and his traumas.

Monstrous and pathetic.

Comes on the list of contestants for the Anthony Perkins Prize, which we hereby invented.