Beautiful, interesting, incredible cinema.
A volleyball is rolled into the frame and comes to rest. Two legs in sneakers, seen from the knees down, enter the frame and stand beside it. Cut to new angle, same characters and actions.
Dancer-filmmaker Yvonne Rainer’s Volleyball could be described as an anti-sports-film. We’re introduced to a ball and some athletically-appareled feet, but the relationship between the two defies expectations at every step, as Rainer forges a playful study in subjectivity and Beckettian frustration.