A tram loaded with workers, all dressed the same, moving rhythmically like robots, then an astonishing sequence that defies gravity and finally a ballet in the streets, a flow of body tangling and untangling. The film oozes the weird vibe of a dystopian universe… but ends with love and tenderness.
“Back up the cul-de-sac
Come on, do your worst
You’ve quit your job again
And your train of thought
If you could do it all again
A little fairy dust
Thousand tiny birds singing
If you must, you must
Please let me know
When you’ve had enough
Of the white light
Of the dawn chorus
If you could do it all again
You don’t know how much
Pronto pronto, moshi mosh
Come on, chop chop”