Helmut Dietl – God bless him – must have gotten the material for his films from evenings like this. Everything seems a little too thick during the blazing opening party of the “Ornella”, successor to the “Orlando” at the Platzl, which has been called Schuhbeck-Eck for years. That’s why it’s not surprising that the man in the eternally white chef’s overall walks past you here. The freshly convicted man disappears into his South Tyrolean parlor, where exactly three guests get lost. It looks different next door: a swarm and bustle that you haven’t seen in a long time, and how it used to be commonplace in this city. A wild bird, squeaky colorful mix, exhausting, but wonderful to look at.
For example, there is the beautiful Maria Baranova, Finnish prima ballerina, in a deep red evening dress, whose boss had to leave because he is related to Putin’s daughter. Baranova, who can report on the fate of her friends in Kyiv, only has eyes for Klara Springer, Uli Springer’s wife, one of the Ornella operators alongside Dino Klemencic and Friedemann Findeis. It is indeed a spectacularly wafting pink that the lady wears over the pumps. Her two young daughters have also dressed up and photographed themselves on the red carpet: “Now you one of me!” The Lena Meckels, Lisa Lochs, Joelina Drews and Sonja Kiefers of this world are also happy about every photographer who presses on it.
In terms of performance, however, none of the 400 guests can fool the total work of art Ardi Goldman. The Frankfurt real estate entrepreneur, “a little man with big hats and an even bigger mouth,” like them Frankfurter Rundschau wrote, strutting through the party people in the cloak of a maharajah. The shareholder of the hotel chain 25hours was in jail for two years and eight months, something to do with real estate and bribes, runs the “Fortuna Irgendwo” club, subtitle: Sanatorium for the mentally ill and nervous.
He could imagine appearing as Wolfgang Nöth’s ghost: real estate entrepreneur Ardi Goldman came to the party from Frankfurt.
(Photo: Alessandra Schellnegger)
His buddy Michi Kern still raves about his visit there. Kern is standing next to Goldman with a can of US beer, although there is light beer from a wooden barrel. “I can’t take that from the wooden barrel – it makes a bang,” explains Kern, who stocked up at the gas station. He has to keep a clear head now anyway: The Gasteig contract is there and will now be renegotiated so that it can start in the “Fat Cat” in the spring. Kern wants to name a room there after Wolfgang Nöth: “He would have turned 80 on October 6, 2023 – we’ll think about something about that.” Goldman already has an idea: “Should I appear as Nöth, as his ghost?” Kern dismisses it: “I’d rather not. Laila, his daughter, would have to cry too much.”
And why now Ornella? Uli Springer explains: “It had to be something that fits Orlando. Wait, I’ll show you something.” Say it, pull out the cell phone, we’re already in the 80s and see Ornella Muti getting out of the pool in a white bathing suit, shaking her hair…
No further questions. Oh yes, the food: I have no idea how successful the mix of Italian and Japanese cuisine is. There really wasn’t time for that. Was too much to see.