There's the Tscherkassky drive of flickering images in a visually exciting and brilliant way but all these metanarrative - "Bild im Bild im BIld" is just too much for me. Why is it, that since the 60's you can't have artists hanging out with other artists without beginning this weird fold into themselves, this apathy and boredom?
Unlike many of later Tscherkassky's work, where the looping images and sounds create a paranoid, almost schizoid atmosphere, in this film, the fading images and fuzzy overlaping, a sense of inaccuracy all compose a fantasmatic, dreamy tone. This is one of the most ambient, less noisy experiments. And still, one of the strangest, most experimental, with a lot rougher edges than the Cinemascope Trilogy, for example.