Reine is a young woman who lives with an older one and a aby. One night, she spills some water, and things get very metaphysical, as she wanders the city, interacting vaguely with other loners.
There's a dream logic to this, in its modern sense of no logic whatsoever; the story, if that's the right word for it, starts in one direction, changes abruptly, and then changes again. While the artwork is primtiive and compelling, the sense of narrative chaos is thoroughly offputting. If anything can happen, then what can you do about it, and why should you be surprised or interested, particularly when it may change into something else entirely within the next five seconds.... and does.
Well, part of it is the spectacle of the matter, the pure visual delight. But spectacle such as this serves merely to distract us from the reality that the film maker has nothing to say.
