To be hurtled across Berlin in a single, unblinking 138-minute shot is one way to announce yourself. For Laia Costa, it was the only way. Her role in the German thriller Victoria was a bolt of lightning—a largely improvised, physically grueling performance that existed entirely in the present tense. The film itself was a cinematic high-wire act, but Costa was its anchor, a raw nerve of anxiety and desperate connection. For this, she became the fi...