It was once said that the camera is the pen of cinema, but for this film, the camera is the weapon of the filmmaker. The man who closes it refuses conventional communication with a strong desire for self-expression, and throws and scatters his lost "self" all over the place, regardless of who he is or where he is. The camera becomes a part of the artist, crawls on the ground with him, and starts to rotate with him. Self-deprecating, voyeuristic, violent... A vivid depiction of the sick soul of modern youth.
