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Foray into the Reeperbahn: Falke (Wotan Wilke Möhring) in a cheap pouf
Photo: Christine Schroeder/ NDR
This text appeared in its original version for the first broadcast of "Tatort" on February 9, 2020.
The scenario:
A foray through the brothel silos of the present and the bars of yesterday.
Where German red-light giants once went about their business on the Reeperbahn, the Albanians now rule.
After the murder of one of the last long-established brothel operators, his henchman (great: Michael Thomas) goes on a vendetta.
Inspector Falke (Wotan Wilke Möhring) picks up the scent, and he also knows exactly where to look, because the cop and the bully used to work together on the doors of various neighborhood clubs.
Guaranteed to crash.
The highlight:
The Reeperbahn through the ages.
This "crime scene" shows how the Albanians took over the business of the old German neighborhood nobility - but the filmmakers are clever enough not to sing the song of better yesterday.
Never believe a fool who says everything used to be better!
Director Mia Spengler then filmed another Kiez »crime scene« with the Falke/Grosz team – it was about the struggles to differentiate between the left-wing scene in St. Pauli.
The picture:
The investigators stand grimly in front of a hotel room where they suspect a killer.
They rip open the door with drawn pistols – and behind them a bunch of young chickens at a bachelorette party squawk: »Stripper!« Oh, Reeperbahn, where did it get to you!
The dialogue:
In front of the residential building in Hamburg-St.-Pauli where the brothel operator was murdered:
Passer-by: »Will there be an apartment available again? Such a hipster is happy again. And then get excited if it's not quiet in the neighborhood at ten."
Inspector Falke: "Do I look like a real estate agent?"
The song:
»Bette Davis Eyes« by Kim Carnes.
The song runs in a smoke-filled basement bar in St. Pauli, behind the counter is a barmaid who actually reminds you a little of the late Bette Davis: marked by life, but with an Atlantic blue gaze that still goes through your bones .
The review:
8 out of 10 points.
This "crime scene" with its many drunk and drunk guys plays with the image of Hamburg-St. Pauli - but despite the title, does not fall for the legend of the golden times on the Reeperbahn.
Put the Astra in the cold, have cigarette butts ready.
The analysis:
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"Crime scene: The golden time",
Sunday, 8:35 p.m. (!), The first
