

Numbers on flesh, asphalt lines, and a sausage—Fluxus chaos in 180 seconds.
Begins with a shot of a demarcation line on an asphalt tennis court. A hand points to the distant landscape, then numbers 408 and 409 appear on a female torso.
Direction
Watts weaponizes boredom into confrontation—Fluxus at its most trollish.
Production
Deliberately ugly 16mm that dares you to call it amateur.

Director
Robert Watts
Trivia, insights & behind the scenes
Part of the Fluxfilm anthology, this was screened at the Filmmakers' Cinematheque in 1966 alongside works by Yoko Ono and George Maciunas. The audience reportedly argued for hours about whether it was brilliant or insulting.
Watts, a founding Fluxus member, believed art should be 'uninteresting' to force viewers into pure perception. The sausage is never explained—resisting interpretation is the entire point.