A feature-length deluge of incessant, brilliant bursts of images (short takes and jump cuts, single frames in series, freeze-frames slightly altered between takes) it creates a Joyce-like, dense and somber mosaic of memory and sensory impressions.
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in his speech about tv, bourdieu used to say that spectators must train themselves into that godardian exercise: instead of saying to themselves "this is a just image", they should say "this is just an image". this film does it. we have a perfectly credible story line, reasonably usual characters, but the films is done in such a way, that it obstructs the immersion in its flow. it's 'realistic' in everything but in
Experimental film with a capital e. On the other hand, it seems to follow a recipe (that may be original enough, but it's still a recipe and not the best one) saying: Chop never-ending footage into small pieces. Add obnoxious sound track. Serve it cold and a bit forced. Enjoy!