Synopsis

A refrigerator truck loaded with humanitarian aid arrives in Armenia. The drivers are unable to locate the road to Yerevan and keep looking for it. Parallel to this a string of ludicrous stories unfolds, and, if you ask us, this is Radio Yerevan per se.

Perhaps this could be considered a simplified rendering of the main plot, which is definitely not the case. The truck is not important, neither is the fact that the drivers only find Yerevan upon leaving it, nor even the chain of extremely ludicrous events, nor the retro scenes of the 60ís in the memories of the small boy, nor the radio effects that fiddle with reality, nor even the eroticism. Both the plot and the contents of this film defy rendering, they can be expressed through a couple of poetic images: “From the deep blue of your eyes, my soul longs for a golden wave.”

This is authors cinema evolving around the famous Radio Yerevan theme.

Director’s Notes

Today, in the air, in the atmosphere, there was a need for this film—more precisely, for this expression, which for some reason is called “Radio Yerevan,” for this moment, this state, the responsibility for which we have taken upon ourselves.

This film is short—so short that you don’t have time to understand it, to separate the important from the unimportant, black from white, a second from an hour.

This is laughter, a kind of laughter you don’t want to share with others—something hidden, almost self-punishing.

Who knows what is true or false, too much or too little?

We try to reveal, to show the most sincere, the most delicate layers of our soul, but our instinct for self-protection forces us to laugh.

And that laughter drives us mad.

Today, there is war in our homeland, and we are very afraid. We are afraid, and yet we go into battle more bravely, we look death in the eyes more boldly—and we still laugh.

What makes us laugh—war, death, or courage?

With this film, we are not trying to offer any answers. We are in the same hole as you are.

And we are simply shouting about what you remain silent about.

We do not know who is right, but this is how our soul expresses itself.