a Film by Andreas Maus
Germany | 2009 | Documentary | 93 min | HD
Deutschland | 2009 | Dokumentarfilm | 93 min | HD
Look at me… Yes, yes, I mean you… Look at me more closely… Do you like me? Do you feel my grace, my delicate charm, my impetuous joie de vivre? Do you find my unearthly beauty exciting? My inner glow? What are you staring at? You don’t seem to realise who you’re dealing with… A car…? The hell I don’t! Car – that word means nothing! It doesn’t suit me at all. And that’s what I want to talk to you about… I see arrogance in your eyes… All right, you say you’ve seen better cars… Is that what you really think? As far as the mechanics are concerned, there are undoubtedly more refined constructions, more impressive proportions and more elegant shapes. But what is mechanics compared to my purpose?
Excuse me, since you obviously don’t understand, I have to express myself in a somewhat turgid manner. Oh no, I’m just excited. I’d like to tell you my secrets and I’m starting to talk like an idiot, when I’m completely priceless anyway. There you go, I’m glad, you’re laughing. Yet my wings are more than just wings, and my headlights shine brighter than the stars. Do you finally understand that I am a historical paradox, an ideological mental exercise. In Russia, not only is the poet “more than a poet”, as Yevgeny Yevtushenko once said. In Russia, the car is also more than just a car. It is an animate being. I am a fetish. To buy me, in Soviet times, it was not enough to have money. I was allotted, and only to the best, awarded like a medal and presented like a precious piece of jewellery. I think back nostalgically to those days. No, I’m not a communist, but I was a queen then, and later, when masses of limousines for gangsters came into the country, when everything became possible, of course I lost a little. But I didn’t surrender. Not until today.