Miranda July is in the mail, hangs limply between her fingers a parcel collection note. Previously, a postal clerk had called in July, she wanted to return the package. It is the latest date. Julys shoulder-length black curls are a little crushed, she wears a kind of brown and black tights underneath Filzumhang. She looks like she had just risen, but only at first glance. A second glance reveals, everything is arranged very precisely: the black hair band, the upper part and the dotted plaid jacket over it. The postal clerk returned with the note. “How long have you been to?” She asks. July has no answer. At the end it turns out, she is on the wrong post. This is one of Miranda July-moments: She appears detached from time and space and observes himself a little surprise from the outside. July occurs on the road, the sky over Los Angeles on this day is gray. Would have to wait in her blue Prius a completely torn blouse and shorts, they just sew again.

A few days earlier, on a Wednesday morning, Miranda July is sitting in a cafe not far from her house Silver Lake, east of LA, the guests are talking loudly on film projects, it means that the designer chair should have cost per $ 4,000, the tea menu is almost as long as the menu. Miranda July ordered a tiny bowl of polenta. Your skin is pale, she has big, blue eyes, wearing a checkered shirt and to have very short gray tie. It acts like a young woman from a Arthur Schnitzler’s novella, not quite of this world. July is often at the state sales, buys clothes for flat resolutions of the dead. To access the district, which they would otherwise never see, she says. If she is looking around the café, as again this silent amazement, it almost looks as if she was embarrassed about the confidence of the other guests. She even speaks very softly, as her voice would break immediately. Superficially, it fits at all in this trendy restaurant, but they will be greeted by their table neighbors happy, and perhaps a strange way, it fits quite well there.

The British Guardian wrote about Miranda July: It was one of the lucky ones who do everything. Her art was exhibited at the Biennale in Venice. Her first story collection Ten truths chose the New York Times as one of the best books of 2007, and her first film I and you and everyone we know won the Camera d’Or for best debut film at Cannes. She is 36 and a star of the global indie scene. That means you still is not famous enough to hate them, but already famous enough to be found cool. Miranda July in every art form has a distinctive voice – slanted, whimsical, melancholy. “It has its own brand” created, says her German producer Gerhard Meixner of Razor Film. Once she gave him and his partner, pillows, which were printed with quotes from her.

Even in her second film, The Future, which is in competition at the Berlinale, Julys voice is unmistakable: The narrator is a cat that speaks in Knarzig, childlike tone to the audience. The movie couple Jason and Sophie has her up on the street with an injured paw and brought them to the vet. Now she’s waiting there for thirty days that they both adopt. Jason and Sophie work in their small apartment in Silver Lake. Sophie from there and dance lessons, but will in fact be a performance artist, Jason has a dreary job at home in front of the computer. Actually, they hold only through the net with the outside world.

The mere prospect of proximity to a cat and a responsibility to change everything. The end of the 30-day period seems to them like the end of her life. Jason and Sophie quit their jobs, they disconnect from the Internet to end their isolation.

Usually, couples in their thirties to think about whether they should have a baby or not. “A child feels a bit like death,” says Miranda July at the cafe in LA It sounds dramatic. “If you so busy with themselves as I am,” she adds. The idea that a baby to have effect, must be scary to them. As an artist, who is fixated on their own thoughts and feelings, it would mean the end of self-centeredness, the end of egoism. Many have been in their family environment. July has also processed the film in her, standing there against her character, Sophie, is played by July, the young parents as living memorials.

The last thirty days of freedom to develop their own momentum remove, Jason and Sophie was always more about each other. Sophie Jason leaves for an elderly man with a family home. There’s a scene in which Sophie for the first time with her lover sleeps. As such it is in his living room around: your eyes fall on stuffy knick-hippos, tacky vases, plush sofas. Everything feels wrong, get completely out of control. Sophie watched this just another little surprise from the outside, and yet they remain.

Miranda July is the champion of the subtext, the small details of the absurdities of everyday life, the thoughts that are not pronounced. All what is not said yet is so crucial in relationships to others: the struggle to close, the longing, the difficulty to build and then sustain them. “I can really describe well. In it, I feel, “as a super heroine, she says. She makes it through humor, precise monitoring and emotional profundity to map the presence, in all their complexity and weirdness. Also the characters in her film The Future seems the current lifestyle of the United States reflect – struck, caught a little isolated, obsessed with himself and it in itself.