Set against an unembellished and colour-shifting background, a sequence of vibrant and abstract animations of shapes, sometimes amorphous and surreal, while other times, geometric and simple, dance to the music of the baroque harpsichord. Before this intellectual phantasmagoria of image and sound, a grouchy old man struggles to make sense of the indecipherable patterns on the screen, commenting incessantly. Oh well, it seems like everybody's a critic.