A home-made video assemblage appearing to consist of old IBM training films, desktop screensavers, and a bunch of apparently whatever other stock film or video footage the director, credited as "Metatron", could get his hands on—much of it clearly in low-res 72dpi. Electronic-sounding, possibly randomly-generated voiceovers talk about quantum computers or science or aliens or something, with "technological"-sounding stock library music playing in the background. Think "How It's Made" but, instead of manufacturing documentary footage, with technology-related stock footage and electronically-processed voices emitting technobabble.

This has no actor or production credits in IMDB, because, there are no actors or production in this, except for "Metatron" and a "writer", who should more properly be called the "assembler". Although, I guess, he did write the voice-over technobabble.

This is the cinematic equivalent of noise music.

In a way, I'm enjoying the nostalgia trip, as this reminds me of something you might have run across on public access cable in the 80s (and I certainly did come across "art" pastiches this weird when I was in high school, although more in the loaner audio cassette section in the basement of the Great Neck library.)

But that's not to say this is in any way watchable. It isn't. Maybe briefly fun to leave on in the background as sort of moving wallpaper to ignore as you do other things.

I can't even say that I like this. I like that it exists. We need more of this. Not that I'm going to watch it—but maybe with enough of it, occasionally something will bubble out of the murk that I will watch. Somewhere the video Ornette Coleman may wait to be discovered.

The funny thing is, the single biggest failing, once I accepted what this was, is that as the movie wears on, it does begin, in some sense, to have a story. The voiceover begins to relate things that happened, sequentially in a narrative fashion, rather than being the more disjointed-seeming pastiche it had been for the first half of the movie, and, though lack of a story is the big failing here, lacking a story but then attempting to slightly have one towards the end is even more of a failing. If this had strictly been the impressionistic sensory barrage from start to finish, with little regard for direct narrative, that it started out as, it would have been... well, "better" is a funny word to use for this movie, but, ok... better.

It reminds me of, back in the '90s, talking to an old friend, Lori Goldman, who was a fan of noise music. She We were discussing local avant-noise luminaries Caroliner and she surprisingly didn't like them so much. I asked her why, and she thought about it for a minute, and said, "Well... they sort of have *songs*." Which was true, they sort of did, but it was such a funny reason to like them less, too me.

I get what she meant now. Sort of.

I wonder how these things get on Tubi.