About a scolding Eisi Gulp, rescuing deer ragout – and encounters that cannot take place anywhere else.
Four men are standing in a row in the Mathäser Filmpalast, highly concentrated, when suddenly the gentleman on the far left starts ranting, it’s an interesting kind of discharge. The screen everyone is staring at just before the screening is ridiculously small, fitting right into the toilet crate. No big cinema, just an endless loop with cola ads. “Nobody needs that, who would come up with such a stupid idea, damn capitalism,” the man exclaims angrily.