I’ve never seen anything quite like this—as though Koyaanisqatsi had been adapted from Where’s Waldo, set entirely within an intricate snow globe the size of a city block.
PlayTime seems to set out to depict the overwhelming chaos of modern life; it consists of a series of loosely strung-together vignettes set in an irresponsibly modernising world in which Paris, like seemingly every other major city in this reality, is largely constructed of duplicate anonymous glass and steel modernist skyscrapers, and…
