Dir.: Babis Makridis | Greece 2011 | 87 min
Greek film is doing well at the moment. And so is the nameless man, who we follow in 'L', and who is literally living his life behind the steering wheel, as he works as a courier for a honey-addicted millionaire with sleeping sickness. Our hero is also a divorced family father, so even birthday parties are held within the cosy confines of his car. At least until the day when a new driver lands his job and sends him on a downward path, which forces him to radically re-evaluate his life, and the number of wheels he steers. Even if 'L' complements its existentialist deadpan with musical numbers and a dialogue, which is worthy of Monty Python, there is nonetheless meaning to be found in its madness. Masculinity, unemployment and the animal in modern man are the three thematic valves in the motor of this absurd plot. 'L' is written by the man behind 'Dogtooth' and 'Alps' (which can also be seen at this year's CPH PIX).