Look how he opens the film for example, a magnificent round-up even more pertinently addressing now, our microcosmic cycle mirrored from above, with humans dancing into position of the spheres. The only problem; the Nietzchean dismay he seems to have resigned himself to.
After witnessing a crime during his night shift as railway switchman near the docks, a man finds a briefcase full of money.
While he and his family step up their living standards, others start looking for the disappeared case.
A large, claustrophobic apartment is the setting for this intense chamber drama.
There is no time to see the great whale whose body encompasses the world, the wonder of that emptiness that can generate form of such awesome beauty.
The only thing that has power to halt the rampaging mob then is a vision of their own mortality.