Tokyo

The film’s leitmotif: Twenty seconds of fine metallic ritual percussion set as prelude. The hypnotic sound returns again and again. In between: silence. The Brehm’sche x-ray view shapes this film, too: the negative image of an androgynous face, moving in slow motion, forms the visual opening—white eye sockets, black pupils. A performance takes place, an athletic act, silent but wildly dynamic: a body shoots through the picture, the intensity of the course of events is emphasized even more by the deceleration. Tokyo is a journey into the empire of black and white and five-hundred shades of grey. The eyes...