Cinema is supposedly on its last legs. And so Tscherkassky rattles through film history as if there were no tomorrow. All the shimmering and clattering of the composition-ravaged action smash TRAIN AGAIN rears up against the decline in meaning of the once so innovative seventh art. A methodically galloping hussar ride, a crash course in frenzied standstill, an apocalyptic collapse of images, a catastrophic thriller - and the crankshaft of old cinema groans eternally. If you don't have a screw loose, you'll gladly let it roll over you.

Loan of the film print with kind support of sixpackfilm.