A lucid dream mixed with well-known masterpieces of cinema. Fiction mixed with mise-en-scène discovered across the street, just outside the cinema. When your mind and perception as a spectator are compulsively stimulated by what you have watched, do you begin to see cinema all around you? And if you happen to be a filmmaker, do you begin to see your own surroundings in cinema? The only tangible evidence — the movie tickets you’ve kept.

Tammi turns the simplest close-up of a cinema ticket into something akin to Hitchcock’s “knife scene”, while a static camera gaze lays bare everyday terrors in the spirit of Kubrick. Even the most ordinary rock is framed to remind us that cinema is constructed — transformed into a mystical, otherworldly object that sends existential chills down the spine. Much like Antoine Roquentin in Sartre’s Nausea (1938), unsettled by the sight of his own “strange hand”, Tammi’s introspective collage, showcased at the Oberhausen International Short Film Festival, produces a similar effect of unease.