If you are familiar with the avant-garde films of Michael Snow or some of Werner Herzog's more minimalist pieces you'll be prepared for this experience. Snow's signature piece consists of a 45 minute zoom of an entire room into a postcard on a wall while drama occasionally occurs around the postcard.
The sense of space is amazing in this film. You really get the feeling of the enormous theater. The "plot" consists of a Japanese man cruising the theater as it seems are a number of other men who all disappear before the projected film is over. Also the box office woman's attempt to give half a steam bun to the absent projectionist. Nobody but two old men and a small child seem to be interested in the movie projected.
You have been warned. Also the director seems to have an obsession with men's rooms. The two old actors in the film are interesting however the director sets it up so you question whether the one with the small child is also cruising for men. I don't know if that was necessary.
The sense of space is amazing in this film. You really get the feeling of the enormous theater. The "plot" consists of a Japanese man cruising the theater as it seems are a number of other men who all disappear before the projected film is over. Also the box office woman's attempt to give half a steam bun to the absent projectionist. Nobody but two old men and a small child seem to be interested in the movie projected.
You have been warned. Also the director seems to have an obsession with men's rooms. The two old actors in the film are interesting however the director sets it up so you question whether the one with the small child is also cruising for men. I don't know if that was necessary.