The sixth film in a creative partnership between writer-director Petzold and his leading lady Hoss (whom Homeland fans will recognise as the main German agent in seasons 4 and 5) is perhaps the best yet.
Jerichow in 2008, which riffed on The Postman Always Rings Twice, and the Stasi-era drama Barbara four years later were both standouts, but Phoenix is in a league of its own: a precisely choreographed chamber piece that treats an aspect of German history that the movies haven't really engaged with - what Petzold calls "after the camp".
When survivors of the Holocaust returned, neither they nor the country they had left was recognisable. Both had to be reshaped, reconfigured and reinvented.
That idea sustains the story told here of Nelly (Hoss), who, when we first meet her, is literally faceless, her head swathed in bandages as she is driven to hospital.
"She's from the camps," the driver, her friend Lene (Kunzendorf) says and a GI soon regrets his suspicious demand to see her face.