The master of the stroboscopic depth illusion changes territory, but applies his familiar strategy: a ghostly, flicking film takes us into a deep and ominous Asian past. Jacobs: 'Bangkok, is it? Spelled in an unfamiliar way.' A black-and-white train ride along a jungle stream shows us military men in their pith helmets, keeping the ferns, trees, monkeys and natives in line. Sparse intertitles trigger further thoughts about the war economy.