The man from Munich returns in line with the trend crime scene the city’s back. The new case takes place in a rural women’s monastery, and whether you say “For heaven’s sake!” calls is first and foremost a matter of taste. They are capable of irony in the BR-crime scene yes: Batic (Miroslav Nemec) and Leitmayr (Udo Wachtveitl) have been consistently combining dark with black for a long time in terms of clothing; The fact that the nuns (all of them great, especially Corinna Harfouch and Petra Hartung) mistaken them for the expected ambassadors of the Vatican leads to a somewhat silly mix-up. Wonderful comedy stuff, actually, but director Maris Pfeiffer and screenwriters Alex Buresch and Matthias Pacht were obviously interested in something completely different.
Short sigh. And quickly count it because it’s so beautiful: for every six nuns there are four male investigators who have to be accommodated and want breakfast, two secular and two church workers who can’t stand each other. And one of them, of course not one from the police, shows his body in his undershirt while doing tai chi in the morning. There is a lot of talk about inner contemplation, which then does not always mean exactly what is normally understood by it.
Batic packs the shudder of dreams – a bit of mystery the Catholic way
Anyone who calls the nuns as a scriptwriter needs good reasons, but as a crime thriller, the episode is Miracles are happening from time to time medium-range at best. The monastery auditor was poisoned and previously beaten up. It is more interesting that Batic packs a solid dream shudder at night, mystery is very popular as a genre, here you go, the Catholic variant. During the day, however, nuns and commissioners run through a really wonderful, oh what, unearthly summer in the Inn Valley. You can almost smell the warm meadows and gardens, the mountains are friendly and close, there are soaps and ointments in the monastery shop, so as a city dweller who is frustrated in winter you want to go straight to, well, inner contemplation. If regional trains weren’t constantly driving past the monastery, it would be a pure dream of a simple life, i.e. pure kitsch.
It was favorable for the shooting that the Carmelite monastery in Oberaudorf was disbanded two years ago. The meanwhile widespread monastery death turns out to be the drama that no comedy tolerates in the film. Now a miracle would come in handy, but not everyone has the nerve to wait for something like this. In the end, all the men go home.
The first, Sunday, 8.15 p.m.