Summary
Inside a dim ink-stained studio, where celluloid ghosts already outnumber the living, Max the animator and Roland the janitor unearth a splintered Ouija plank whose varnish bubbles like diseased skin. As their fingertips skate across the varnished alphabet, the board’s planchette jitters, spelling not words but wounds—each letter a fresh incision in the fabric of the everyday. Koko, the rubber-hose clown born from Max’s pen, is yanked through the parchment divide, his carbon-black limbs suddenly puppeteered by a parliament of dead vaudevillians, Prohibition-era poets, and faceless strike-breakers who once haunted the very lot where the studio now stands. What follows is a danse macabre of graphite and ectoplasm: Koko’s silhouette frays into strobing arcs while the ghosts overlay their own rotoscoped memories—carnivals swallowed by fire, lovers leaping into the Hudson, speakeasies collapsing under federal axes—onto the same frames that once housed Betty Boop’s winks and Popeye’s spinach. The janitor sweeps up not trash but ash; the animator erases not mistakes but mouths. When the board finally cracks along the grain, the split releases a sigh that sounds uncannily like a film reel running out, and Koko—half-erased, half-transfigured—steps back onto the paper, carrying in his inked pupils the reflection of a studio that no longer exists.
Synopsis
An animator and a janitor are playing with a Ouija Board and Koko is haunted by a bunch of ghosts.
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