Dried-thyme sea emptied of fish like the blue sky of sparrows and erstwhile thermometers of quicksilver. Had silent cinema survived, would it have spawned an autonomous full-fledged gesture alphabet, some idiosyncratic fingerspelling? asks Farocki in an essay. Hands protect, grip, fold under the sidesleeper's cheek, or out of view rivet the giddy camera to board. On & off screen this film is manual labor sinfonietta.