And just like that, inconspicuously, the director of Fitzcarraldo walks in.
“The Leipzig ’89 walking tour, which includes a series of informational signs [out in the city] and an accompanying app, offers an enjoyable and immersive way to learn about this special past.”
As we rejoice over not having to go to work and put on our Halloween costumes, we’re also asked to remember a little something a famous local guy named Martin Luther did 500 years ago. But what we’re commemorating may not have taken place quite as promoted over the past centuries.
“Here too it was ‘all nude, all the time,’ and we had to pick our way to chairs through a gaggle of naked, 60ish women who reclined leafing through back issues of SuperIllu, a sort of eastern German version of People magazine specializing in former GDR celebrities and their offspring.”
It was as if the cameras, alone in these rooms, had been multiplying like rabbits or, really, beetles. Black shiny beetles chirping away just for me.
The history of the film studio mirrors that of Germany itself.