A German road movie, almost 3 hours long, with no dialogue for the first 20 minutes. A man with a truck-rolling beard (Rüdiger Vogler) and a heartbroken man, (Hanns Zischler), just wander around the frontier of East and West Germany. The film was shot without a scenario. All screens are shot and seen at the same time, and disappear as soon as they are seen. There is no past in this film. There is no future either. There is not even a trace that the film was made. Everything is in the present, happening and passing away before your eyes. Just like the scenery you see from a train window.
Review of Kings of the Road
