A woman goes alone through the streets of Moscow getting on and off subway
trains on her way to a meeting that includes a screening of a film about a cat.
And that’s it; or so it is for those who believe the plot is the best part of cinema.
Because as they search for that visual purity that’s historically connected to
experimental cinema –equally far from theatricals as from the written word– the
Jahn / Dullius duet makes an enigmatic film in which abstraction interrupts a
nightmare-like story close to Maya Deren and Georges Franju trance films, and
they leave one thing clear: cinema is all about images.