A man gazes into the camera, breaths, speaks, and blinks. In playfully formal austerity, Thomas Renoldner explores the borders of the cinematic genre. Real film becomes stop-motion, language a hammering noise staccato. The film draws comical and intellectual potential from the transformation of organic movements and sounds into mechanical ones, from the dissolution of the world into abstraction and rhythm.
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