The pores of my whole body opened their mouths at the same time, and tongues dangled limply from them.
To the box man, the act of looking is everything. Seeing without being seen is the ultimate power, but it is also the ultimate isolation.
箱男
The Box Man
A man disappears into a cardboard box.
A view of the world through a narrow slit. Doppelgangers. Mirrors. And a little bit of obsession.
A free adaptation of Kobo Abe's novel The Box Man.
The color of rain from which a beggar catches cold… the color of time when underground shops close… the color of the unredeemed watch given in commemoration of graduation from college… the color of jealousy broken on the stainless steel sink of the kitchen… the color of the first morning after losing one's job…
…the color of the ink on an identity card that has become useless… the color of the last movie ticket the candidate for suicide purchases… and other colors - the color of anonymity, of hibernation, of death as a means of relieving pain, of a hole eaten away by the strongest alkali - time.
- Look, my legs are trembling as if I'd got on top of an electric washer.
- Well, come over here. My lap's better than any washer.
- Well, come over here. My lap's better than any washer.
The Box Man feels to me like the most cinematic Abe's work. The Box Man himself is a camera.
Author: Kobo Abe, Olga Losik
Cast: Alyona Glazunova, Kirill Verkhozin, Ivan Fadeyev
Screenings:
- Aug 2026 -- Vertikaly Cinema Club of independent filmmakers, Moscow, Russia
The box is simple, but its effect is absolute. Once you enter it, the outside world changes its meaning entirely. What was once familiar becomes distant, and what was hidden becomes obvious.
I want to spy on all sorts of places,
and the box is a portable hole that occurred
to me under the circumstances, it being impossible
to punch holes throughout the world.
TEASER