BMW Motorrad K40 – Face the Power

Saturday at noon in the city. A brand-new BMW K40 leaves the gridlocked traffic jam for the gas station. One last refill before his driver hits the Autobahn. To his surprise, another BMW K40 is standing across the gas pump. As in a duel, the two men assess each other with glances, checking each other out, slightly provocative, cool machine – but can you ride it? Time stands still for a moment. Then the decision is made: We’re not here for the nice Saturday afternoon ride. It’s race time.

 

Image-Film for BMW Motorcycle / 4′

Production company: lucie_p Filmproduktion, Tina Maria Werner

Making of

The basic idea of the K40 film was to shoot a street race through a completely empty city. Not an illegal drag race from traffic light to traffic light, but an actual race – the dream of every motorcyclist: to make all the cars and other obstacles disappear, switch off the traffic lights and have the city only for yourself – and finally be able to “ride it out” here.

In Germany we could forget such a filming permit. Some roads could of course be blocked here, I had even completely blocked Leipziger Straße in Berlin for my Opel film a few years earlier – an 8-lane monster right through Berlin’s centre. But we didn’t dare to do a real ring track here. So we were looking abroad – and found open ears for our bold venture in the city of Budapest. What the production company offered was a dream: closing main roads right through the city centre, tunnels, bridges, half the city. Not everything was bright and shiny there. A big obstacle was the bad asphalt quality. That would not be a problem with a normal car film. But when you send racing machines over such roads at racing speed, the slightest bump becomes a potential source of danger. But finally the stunt drivers themselves gave the OK and so we startet shooting. And blocked the city for three entire days.

The most radical closure was the one on the huge Elizabeth Bridge – on a Sunday afternoon, when all Budapest residents wanted to return to the city from their country homes over this very bridge. During the shooting I only noticed that at some point the police told us that they had to open the bridge again now because the phone lines were glowing with complaints. It was not until I got home that I realized the extent of what I had done. My Hungarian neighbours in Munich told me a week later that some idiot had closed the bridge during peak travel time because of a silly film. The traffic jam caused by this made it into the main evening news that day. Sorry, Budapest. That idiot was me. But the shots that came out of it have become really unique.

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