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A flickering nickelodeon reels us into a city that feels half-dreamed, half-drowned: cobblestones glisten like obsidian, gaslamps stutter, and the air is thick with the coppery tang of anticipation. Dorothy Earle—her face a pale cameo against the soot—plays a nameless manicurist who discovers, inside a customer’s waistcoat, a calling card that reads merely “Here He Is.” The card becomes a Möbius strip: each time she passes it on, it returns creased but legible, bearing fresh fingerprints that never match the last pair. Marcel Perez, rubber-limbed and pan-eyed, is the urban gargoyle who materialises whenever the card changes hands; his pratfalls are hieroglyphs spelling out the city’s subconscious. Over the course of twenty-three minutes, the film folds space like origami: a streetcar mutates into a ballroom, a pawnshop becomes a cathedral, a handcuff click echoes as wedding bells. The narrative liquefies; cause and effect dissolve into pure vertigo. By the final iris-in, the card has vanished, yet every character keeps glancing over the shoulder, certain the next breath will pronounce their own name—Here He Is—condemning them to star in somebody else’s fever dream.
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