Excitable satire about excitable phenomena. Fashion designers, models, photographers, TV reporters, film crews and everything that hangs around them are put together in one room for the duration of the film. The blablabla is ceaseless. Two TV channels cheerfully get in each other’s way. The trendy Tividigifasion is led by a rampant transvestite and the Poetic Channel by a misty intellectual who can suddenly recite from hermetic work at any time. The film combines the material from all the cameras on screen into a comic fake documentary that is at the same time a realistic registration of an improvised fashion film set.Of course Blablabla is a reflection on today’s frenzied world of audiovisual images, but then without wanting itself to be taken seriously. The film takes too much pleasure in the phenomena it ridicules for that.The film was made the way it looks. About fifty people were put into a space for a day and left to improvise. As various kinds of cameras were shooting at the same time, there was an abundance of material. As a result a sometimes dangerously bad-tempered and corny situation could be shown from a new and lively perspective. A film with one location, without a script, shot in black & white and TV colours, with a feeling for cult and, not to forget, with boundless enthusiasm.
