It's a bit ironic that we use to term film Noir in the English-speaking world as the genres roots are more German than French. This is a classic example of the genre worthy of Lang or Pabst, with an angst-ridden German cop investigating a pedophilia-related murder and finding out more about himself than the crime in question. It's got a dark, Brooding quality that you only find in Northern European movies, some scenes of incredible brutality, but it's not totally lacking in faith in human nature. It was also a German who said that those who confront monsters are in danger of becoming monsters themselves (or something like that) and thats as apposite a line to describe this film as any.
Review of Solo for Clarinet
