Los Feliz

My friend has disappeared, I killed the devil, and the Chinese have taken over the world. These are not excerpts from closed-door negotiations, but rather a quick overview of what awaits the viewer in Edgar Honetschläger's latest film. As we hear these lines, the aspiring star dressed as Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz, primps as if nothing was happening at all. Because in Los Feliz, like in Victor Fleming's film, the three heroes' Yellow Brick Road leads not to the Emerald City but from Rome to Hollywood, from the cradle of the Renaissance to the epicenter of mass-produced images. The trip takes place against the background of a rolling panorama. However, this is only a part of what is on display in the film. The second half is a leftist philosophical treatise à la Godard, mixing haiku with advertising slogans, clashing the cultures of East and West in the form of impressive maxims about the fact that we often end up with ordinary 3D where we would expect to find something more profound.