In a not-so-faraway village, individuals use discarded reels of 35-mm movie to make loud toys comparable to rattlers, whistles and whirligigs. Daily a number of hundred toys are crafted, and for every of those hundred toys they splice, slit and rip filmstrips. As they comply with this routine with uninterrupted monotony, a number of narratives leak out from the shredded analogues of movie and infuse the place with phantasmagoria.
