Food

This is a story about a deranged world.

A crazy found-footage collage composed of monotonous, advertising, and playful shots is overlaid with hand-painted illustrations directly on the film emulsion. The outlines of objects peel away from their photographic record and jump into another film. The open refrigerator door spews out its contents until there is a syncopated pause, during which the calf of a leg trembles under the sensual vibration of the word FOOD. “Our food is radioactive. The fallout descends upon our cities and ourselves. It penetrates everywhere. The world takes on new colours, values are upset, and existence involves risk. Only dreams and expectations remain.” — Eino Ruutsalo