While many of us, stateside, squandered the salad days of our pandemic bingeing Tiger King or revisiting The Sopranos and Girls, Ian Penman hunkered down in his London flat with German auteur Rainer Werner Fassbinder’s daunting catalog, only to find that “being stuck inside an airless room for what might be an eternity is not the best formula for watching films about…people stuck inside cheerless rooms tearing lumps out of each [other] for what might well be an eternity.”
