July 16, 1995 |
It doesn't look like a dream factory, what with the chuckholes pocking the road just inside the front gate and the heap of sand that construction workers have left right in front of the executive offices. The studio gate is but a gap in the barbed-wire fence; even the guard who comes out of his hut to greet visitors is rumpled. Herr Direktor Volker Schloendorff? Ja, ja, of course--his suite is right over there, second floor, in that grim business of a red-brick box.