When the party capital meets Bavarian reliability, fun is guaranteed. With this equation in mind, I went to the reception of the Bavarian Film Fund. I almost missed the entrance to the “Bavarian Representation”. A rail replacement bus hummed through the narrow Behrenstrasse in Mitte and blocked the view of the little red carpet.
Inside it really did look like Bavaria: Friendly cloakroom attendants with braided hairstyles who took fur-trimmed coats, an imposing marble staircase, and on it the chic crowd of the beautiful, rich and powerful. Rarely does everything come together in one person, after all it’s still Germany where good styling is still seen as a sign of incompetence.
Veronika Ferres and the supposed naturopath
You can see at first glance who represents Munich and who represents Berlin. Like the mismatched couple standing in front of the photo wall. Bavaria personified with a buxom blonde. In addition, unvarnished lateral thinker look. Brief irritation on my part when the SUV of the German film industry who has become a woman, Veronica Ferres, insists on posing for the photographers together with an alternative practitioner. Until I realize my mistake and identify Mariëtte Rissenbeek, director of the Berlinale, under the robe in the same color as the railroad tracks.
But not everyone here makes it so easy to assign the provenance. Boundaries blur. Not only between Ossi and Wessi, also between Südi and Nordi. When I try to gossip about the spray-dead face of a Munich character actress with a cool Berlin director, I learn painfully that Botox is no longer only benevolently called “wrinkle time-out” in Munich.
However, the fact that there is no oat milk for the coffee served here also makes her frown. A formerly very successful and now only successful Berlin director actually complains about the alleged new discrimination of old, white men in the film business. With this attitude one becomes women’s representative in Bavaria. I thought.
Probably nobody at this Berlin event would have guessed who the coolest person at the reception was: the Bavarian Digital Minister Judith Gerlach (in the photo with Veronika Ferres) caused amazed laughter when she frankly told on stage how she once was on the red Carpet not recognized and asked to please make room for Jenny Elvers. But now she has the means: “I just didn’t invite Jenny Elvers anymore!”.
In addition to this Berliner Schnauze with sweet mustard, there was white sausage, pretzels and dumplings. On request, everything is also vegan. And a Berlin moment: The attempt to order a light beer from the waiter, but please no wheat, failed. He only understood English.
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