Lothat SCHRAMM (Florian Koerner von GUSTORF) is dying. He was notorious as the “Lipstick Killer” but that’s over now... after a horrifyingly banal and pointless fall from a ladder while painting the walls in his apartment. Painting the wall to cover up blood stains that were splattered there when he killed his last two victims, religious proselytizers who made the mistake of ringing his doorbell. He was in bad mood and needed a little action to relieve himself of the stress that had built up recently because of his involement with the hooker next door (Monika M.). Blood oozing from his mouth, confused - his thoughts just swirling around. Time and chronology move in circles. What happened first, what led to what? He always had liked the working girl, had greatly masturbated to the sounds of her refined client services coming through the wall. She liked him too. So much in fact that she had asked him to escort her to a rather special client invitation which she was somehow feeling uneasy about. After that, they had enjoyed a meal, she came over to his apartment, they had some drinks and eventually, Schramm had drugged her and done to her what he had always dreamed about while masturbating... Isn’t she knocking on his door right now? Ain’t that her? He was supposed to accompany her to another visit to that strange john’s house.... too late. This morning, after she had left, he had felt confused, needed a release and right at the time, the religious folks showed up whose bloody dead bodies are now carefully arranged in a sex position on the floor... After killing them he had to paint his wall anew... Schramm, probably the most artistic accomplishment in BUTTGEREIT’s oeuvre so far, is a film of free association and elliptically moving time. And yet, it does tell a very straight-forward story of sad love and confusion. (Johannes SCHÖNHERR)