A cult has taken up residence on a Greek island. Their leader Fust always enters the scene to the same song. To his white-clad disciples, he then preaches the importance of complete purity and glorifies pieces of soap manufactured by child laborers in a shithole on that very island to secure the economic survival of the community. A Pure Place holds up a mirror to society as both an absurdist farce and vivisection of totalitarian power mechanisms—and, at any rate, a fine example of what visionary and demented German-language cinema should, can, and must be.