Light, shadow, sound, silence, the four elements of cinema, at their bare essentials. Rinse and repeat. Rinse again. An love poem to Kubelka's preoccupation with form over content -structural cinema- and his obsession with metrics. A visionary, yes. But the experimental is not really for me.
The answer to Adorno's critic of cinema that can never be free of representing something and so can not be art for it's own sake what other modern arts achieved in the 20. century, for instance the suprematism painting. Kubelka proved him wrong.