The debt collector Heinzi – long live him
Finally home in jail: Simon Schwarz as Inkasso Heinzi
Source: ARD Degeto/ORF/KGP/Sara Meister
The justice system is currently not in a good position in the “crime scene”. Angry citizens are increasingly taking the law into their own hands. That’s what the new Vienna case is about. After all, there is a reunion with someone who was sorely missed.
Man shouldn’t keep quiet about good news at the moment, if you have any. And we have one. Collection Heinzi is back. A Stritzi, as he is in the book, a thoroughly windy number, a guaranteed airhead freed from all moral gravity, blue eyes, red stubble hair, loose mouth.
“Finally back home,” he says when he arrives. For four years he wasn’t at home in Vienna’s “crime scene”, the Heinzi. And we really missed him, that is Simon Schwarz, who plays him.
By the way, the z’Haus is a prison. Of course he always belongs there, but this time especially. Otherwise the new case for Lieutenant Colonel Moritz Eichner and Major Bibi Fellner would have gone very wrong. He just helps where he can, Heinzi. If he gets any of it.
However, we also have bad news. If vigilante justice becomes fashionable in the “crime scene”, that’s not a good sign for the state of society. In Cologne’s “crime scene” last week, a girl abuser wanted to clear himself of all guilt by means of a self-staged show trial on board a tourist ship.
Paper clip incarnate: Johannes Zeiler is Stefan Weingartner
Source: ARD Degeto/ORF/KGP/Sara Meister
In Vienna, a strict man, a high-precision, arch-Catholic official with a lack of impulse control incarnate, cuts the throats of his wife and her best friend. While sipping Prosecco in the hell of the seventies bourgeoisie, which she and the strict official of her heart call her home, the wife had talked in the highest tones about having sex with her fitness trainer.
But we have just entered the first stage of the vigilante spiral. The man – Johannes Zeiler gives him a grandiosely disgusting stature – is acquitted. He had a resourceful lawyer. He also represented Heinzi’s debt collection.
The Catholic-Orthodox double murderer, who actually wants to be punished, doesn’t like that at all. He doesn’t know what’s happening to him. Then the lawyer is in his blood. And the strict double murderer, with whom Heinzi befriends in prison (it’s better not to think about the dramaturgical plausibility of the actually finely convoluted book by Karin Lomot and Robert Buchschwenter), has disappeared.
More and more suspects from the past and present of the Viennese “crime scene” are brought up. Fewer and fewer are left. Bibi and Moritz have a discussion at a sausage stand that is almost Cologne-style and philosophize about friendship. One of the favorite phenomena of the contemporary “crime scene” is experiencing a happy origin – hybristophilia, when women fall in love with criminals. Heinzi’s past catches up with him, he gets beat up and makes himself useful.
Bibi and Moritz wade through bizarre landscapes of the soul and through Gero Lasnig’s downright old masterly, brocaded pictures. This still life alone is worth staying in the vigilante labyrinth, which is elegantly illuminated by “Tatort” debutant Gerald Liegelt. And of course, because Heinzi is back. We advocate a separate series.