“An analogous trick—or should we call it a game?”
In this film we see not the hands themselves but their shadows on a whitish background as the two antagonists play with that tremendous skill that only kids can muster in what seems impossibly fast motion; the clenched fist of “rock,” the two open fingers of “scissors,” and the flat hand of “paper.” “Conceptual art,” you say, the kind you could watch for hours, the hands as synecdoche not of the body but of the two bodies in a controlled frenzy of elegant interaction and dissolution.
