This film doesn’t know anything about the world. It looks at the structures in the images and treats it like tactile surfaces more than pieces of reality.

It doesn’t care about the context; it only deals with the pixels visible in the framing.
The scenes are sorted in a pearl necklace where every pearl resemble both the past and forthcoming pearl so that the film obtain a sense of morphology.

The clips become one continuously transforming pattern.
This juxtaposition of material challenges our perception of the film media, and is favouring association above analysis, pictorial qualities above contextual meaning.

This is a pure movie. In the same sense as a child can be pure.