An extremely patient man shares a sleeping car on a overnight express train with a complete hypochondriac. Anxious for his berth mate to reveal any habits which might disturb his delicate sleep, the neurotic man subjects the other to an absurd interrogation.
Set in a bespoke toy shop, Imanol Ortiz López’s new short film is skin-crawling nightmare fuel bathed in vintage Kodachrome transfixion, calculated to the microsecond, honed to haunt and mortify.
Run, go to the trash can at the end of the corridor, there's a bag inside, open it. The elevator ride takes two minutes and the man cannot make it to the car alive.
