The Skywalk is Gone

The film looks like an exercise in casualness. An exercise in narrating as if there is no narration. The (candid) camera follows a woman who wants to cross a busy road. Another woman, with a heavy suitcase, is trying to do the same thing. Before the two have reached the other side, this subtle fictional element seems to have been entirely assimilated into a documentary observation. In the end, the fiction re-emerges from the documentary urban river, but by then the woman has already gone on her way.