Every Human is A Table, Only I Am A Chair

About This Movie

This film, 'Every Human is A Table, Only I Am A Chair,' strikes a peculiar balance between introspection and absurdity. It’s like a documentary but feels more like a confessional—each person grapples with their own narrative, and the pacing is deliberately unhurried, forcing you to really engage with these reflections. The performances are raw, almost unpolished, which gives a striking authenticity to their statements. There’s a minimalist aesthetic to the production, focusing solely on the subjects and their words, which somehow amplifies the emotional weight. Themes of identity and self-perception thread through each monologue, creating an atmosphere that lingers long after the credits roll, leaving you to ponder your own story.

This film is a rare find, as it's not widely circulated on home video formats. Those lucky enough to have a copy often treasure it for its unique approach to storytelling and the raw authenticity of its subjects. Collector interest fluctuates due to its elusive status, making it a fascinating addition for anyone focused on experimental cinema or under-the-radar works of the early '80s.