Superman is Clark Kent the whole time.
It is a pain in the ass to be disabled. Period.
The Superman everyone has agreed to call Clark Kent because it is easier. The Superman the city was not built for. The bricks were laid for someone else. The doors were sized for someone else. The sentences were written about someone else.
This is a film about that, but it is not a film that explains it. It is a luxury car commercial cast entirely with disabled actors, shot in Hamburg, in which the behind-the-scenes documentary is the actual film. The commercial is its trojan horse.
The story is the work that made it.
Vintage Porsche, Alfa, BMW, Mercedes. Speicherstadt, the Kunsthalle, the Fontenay, the Schauspielhaus. First class on Delta from JFK. Six to eight cast members move through Hamburg as luxury subjects. The frame makes no reference to disability. It ends with a tag that reframes everything inside it.
What the spot took. The permits, the accommodations the production had to invent, the wins, the fights, the fatigue, the hostility met on real Hamburg streets, the internal critiques, the fun. The actual film. The spot is the lure.
One email when the work is out. No spam, no second message, no list-sharing. A single note when there is something to see.
Production now. Premiere later this year.