Transit  ★★★½

Petzold films have become predictable pleasures by this point, and this one is no exception… A Nazi refugee drama in modern dress, this chugs along so efficiently that you scarcely notice that you’ve become emotionally involved. While it doesn’t quite hit the amplified heights of Phoenix (there’s no revenge plot to drive the action, and that film's quasi-gothic atmosphere is sadly not replicated here), the film works almost in spite of itself. It feels very much like it has been adapted from a 1940s potboiler, with plenty of plot contrivances and an overwhelming atmosphere of distrust. Such dated material should clash with the contemporary backdrop, but melodrama of this sort proves itself timeless. Franz Rogowski definitely anchors this thing to such a degree that you scarcely miss Ms. Hoss’ presence.