The star of Brooklyn-based filmmaker Bryan Schlam’s new film is a wobbling plastic dancer—typically found cheerleading across the parking lots and gas stations of America—which leads its human partner in a teetering display on a mundane city street.
Speaking of this unusual pas de deux, the New York director explains: “We liberated a ‘tube person’ and let them dance, simply because they wanted to. Ultimately, we are all tubular in the end.”