A man is walking home and seems to shy away from other people's eyes. At home, he tries to eliminate all possibilities of being seen.
Short. This looks like what a child who had just been given a camera as a birthday present would produce as his or her first film. Naturally, since it came from a renowned theater author, all sorts of philosophical meanings have been ascribed to it. Said author seemed to take himself to be a modern Jesus, concocting all sorts of enigmatic parables for the intellectually inclined. It's often the case that the reviews and discussions are much more interesting than the play (or, in this solitary instance, film) itself. This review by poet and film lover Christopher Mulrooney is an example of that.
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