sometimes blurred documentary, partly radically psychedelic. On the sidelines pitchforks, a small bird peaks repeatedly at small tin bowls, kitchen cabinet in black and white.Through Miller's film, I was on a dark track came in the eight-minute film "Jean Paul" by Francesco Uboldi dies. He was a man from his family and from his village in Cameroon violated.The filmmaker learns randomly from the story, which a lot of superstition has to do, and is to a tree geketteten man and brought filming. The face of the dying looks beautiful. Four hours after the shots dies Jean Paul.They threw the filmmaker, not to have helped; He replied credible that he would have had no chance.It was a matter of him gone, somehow, the dying to give a memento; Healso that in a shocking settings, as the insects to sore joints of dying eat, have renounced. Also in the 100-minute, very impressive documentation of the British pioneer of Reality TV, Paul Watson, two people die. "Rain in my heart" accompanied four patients an alcohol withdrawal Station.The scenes are hardly bearable, in which the filmmaker patients in their recovery cases films; The position of director is shaky. For the woman whose husband just died, the accompanying camera friend. The film leads drastically the Dysfunktionalität the state health system in mind. In "Nothing to be scared of" Malgorzata Szumowska, however, almost serenely from the dying speech. Old masurische farmers sit on benches in front of their houses and tell how to help dying on their last journey, how to