A french woman with a fetish for metaphors rattles on incessantly about disconnection and alienation in 1000 different flowery ways while images of a man walking, staring at things, and sometimes doing daily activities flash in the background to the sound of angry xerox machines. The only visual representation of thematic was empty scenery, low contrast bleak grey, and the main character being the focus of the shot due to lighting choice and blur. This seems awfully elementary even though…