The movie maniacs among us may recognize themselves in Heiner Stadler's hilarious parody on the (sometimes misplaced) dedication of film buffs and festival fanatics. At the 1984 Berlin Film Festival, a hapless cub reporter (Leonard Lansink), lacking press credentials, worms his way into the only screening he can, that of an obscure Expressionist "masterpiece" and of interest to no one. Still, the critic smells a story in a tip from a projectionist friend that the director of the film, one Bobo Wawerka, had a hand, so to speak, in the making of the classic, King Kong--specifically, in designing the monster's fist. But Bobo, of course, has long since retired to Hollywood. Our Candide-like hero's pursuit of fist and maker leads him first to London, then to the old RKO studios, and finally to the Mexico of Trotsky and the mysterious B. Traven. Cameo appearances by Wim Wenders and others on the German film scene add to the fresh fun of Stadler's debut feature.