A momentary still life, a scene setting: ironing board, iron, and a pile of shirts. And then the clapper-board: “Films” as title of the film—as the earlier films were called. Scene 25, Take 1, Roll 1, Director / Camera: Sasha Pirker.
A humorous scene? An experienced ironer in a practical jeans shirt stands ready with the iron, sees us, the viewers, calmly and indirectly and then gets going. As though by magic, ironed once over, and another clapper-board: The next shirt. Unobserved production forms, no escape, deadpan, the stoic expression of the body/object comic—as we know from Buster Keaton—develops to the livepan of everyday routine. Time passes and is swallowed. A rapidly growing pile of well-folded, ironed pieces. Vivid. Remarkable. Over and over, the clapper-board, over and over, scene 25, take after take, in the repetition, time goes on. Insistent. Solid take, the iron solidly in the hand. Now she laughs, hard, wildly. She holds her stomach from so much laughter, does not stop again. The laughter assaults us, possibly tosses us out again. No spoon-fed narrative. The comic aspect is filled in the repetition, emptied in the duration, and vice versa.
Translation: Lisa Rosenblatt