Poor Keaton is again misunderstood by his beloved, this time as a projectionist aspiring to be a detective. He sat depressed in the screening room, watching the screen fall into a dream, which was playing a movie that mirrored his frame-up experience. He walked out of the projection room, sat in the auditorium, and suddenly, he walked into the screen. Changing time and space, breaking away from boring reality, and leaping to the screen to realize countless dreams, that is, the original intention of film art.
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