This is a movie shown in two side by side frames that starts off as a
perfect unison of two men using airport urinals, flushing at the exact
same time, turning to leave in exact coordination, and pausing to
look at the hand washing station again in exact coordination.
From there the two frames
diverge. One of the men stops and
washes his hands, and encounters a frustrating experience trying to
get the "automatic" soap, water, and dryer to work. That frame
becomes a first person view of these systems not working. The other
man walks out of the bathroom, catches the eye of a woman walking
through the airport, starts chatting to her and as the first frame
displays hands yanking paper out of the hand dryer having failed at
many attempts to get the automatic feature to work, the second
frame displays the second man and his new lady friend exchanging
numbers.
The second scene in the movie starts out with the first frame
displaying the first man sitting down in a stall in another public
bathroom and the second frame displaying the second man leaving a
stall. The second man again pauses and looks at the sink, wipes his
hands on his pants and continues on his way, leaving the bathroom
and walking down the street. In exact coordination, the first man
leaves the stall and starts to attempt to use the "automatic" systems
at the hand washing station which again don't work, and the second
man goes to a baseball game, meets a guy in the next seat who
becomes his best friend and they start a business that makes a
billion dollars, while the first guy is trying to get the hand dryer to
work.
Etc etc.
Review:
An intricately choreographed ballet of hilarity and minimalist
juxtaposition. Two thumbs up.