Ein Callgirl für Geister

Champagne for the eyes, poison for the rest. A deadly blonde in a white vintage car dumps her victims in love in the Venice Canal. First a writer, then a handsome guy. And even an Italian commissioner. At least that is the basic plot of the film by filmmaker Klaus Lemke, who meanders through Munich's Maxvorstadt and Schwabing, just as his young female main protagonists roam the neighborhood. Because it could well be that we humans are all just complicated fakes who have once started their own business. As it is with film titles that have been given to you by someone.