The surrealism is forced and bland. Hyper-edited to try and keep your attention. This is one film that doesn't know what it is. At first, our subject is clumsy and inanimate posture, shuffling across the desert. Next he is ghetto-rigging some sort of machine in a vain attempt at making a cyberpunk film. The visuals are mostly there, but this short lacks heart and a discernible story line.
This isn't a film like Begotten in which you can deeply admire the pretentious thoughts surrounding the film, it's more like "Wow. I like what they are aiming for, but there is nothing really here for me to like besides a couple of interesting scenes." And that is the fault. Interesting does not mean good. Such a statement could be frowned upon, but in case of this short, the victor is obvious. Where Tetsuo amazed with its amazing visuals, the protagonist of this story looks like Luis Guzmán just crawled out of a chimney.
Along his pointless journey to nowhere, Tapeman meets a chemo patient who hands him a tablet/book thing with something scribbled on it. World Surrealism seems to be long but dead. Every other film to come out of the avant-garde genre is a mock-up of Tetsuo. Goddamn, these directors need to get a new influence. Soon the film ends, and you feel suicidal for putting up with the semi-hyped garbage.
There is no mistake that somewhere out there, someone must love this film for what it is- Pointless. I mean, isn't that why people watch "B movies"? I'm a fan of all things cinema, be it romantic comedies to blaxploitation to even extreme nihilistic horror's. One thing that jerks my chain is film that exercises its ever-so-noticeable right to be annoyingly cryptic.
So, the plot is meant to be a future-laden desperado with some phallic apparatus. Not only did he fail on mentioning that at all, but he also failed in his attempt to enthrall his viewers with the promise of fetching mysticism similar to El Topo. Suffice to say, his other films show a great increase in promise. Move along, Nothing to see here.