“””I would like some honey, the best you have.”” “”We’re out of honey, a green car got it all.”” “”Thank you”” “”You’re welcome”” “”Nice jacket””
The above dialogue no matter how odd it sounds is a driving test, the faster and more accurate you deliver the lines the better chances you have to be selected as the driver to deliver jars of honey. The cinema of false logic is defining the cinema of Greece. After ‚ÄòDogtooth’ and ‚ÄòAlps’, Efthymis Fillipou co-wrote with the the director of L a grotesque comedy about a man that is rejected as a driver just because he forgot to check the quality of honey. If the world that surrounds us is incomprehensible the more in crisis we get and the more trapped we feel. In our case our main protagonist lives literally behind the driving wheel, it’s where he eats, where he meets his children, where he celebrates birthdays. Emptiness, nothingness, lack of emotion and repetion constitute L with obvious references to Samuel Beckett where the main characters as bears are obsessed with honey. (Nina Veligradi)”
