Derrida

What is good about this film is the presence of Derrida.

"Echo, cursed by the jealous gods, was never allowed to speak for herself and was only allowed to repeat the ends of others' phrases. But Echo, in her loving and intimate cleverness, arranges it so that in repeating the last syllables of the words of Narcissus, she speaks in such a way that the words become her own. In a certain way, she appropriates his language. In repeating the language of another, she signs her own love. [...] She speaks in her own name by just repeating his words."

Derrida making a sandwich. Derrida walking along the street. Derrida greeting 'fans' backstage. This is basically the film, with such moments interspersed with Derrida responding to mostly inane questions from the film makers, which he does well to redirect to genuine philosophical discussion (or monologue). The readings of Derrida's work in combination with the Sakamoto score add a suitable and often powerful auditory element to the visual proceedings.

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It was okay, not Dick's best by any means. And Derrida was a badass.

There is no out-of-metaphysics. Without accepting that somewaht pessimistic truth there is no meaning and no possibility in life at all.

Derrida had great hair, great clothes, and was also a great thinker. Philosophy traditionally has had a problem accepting that these can exist together. Against gorgeous Gorgias the sophist, philosophy's hero is the ugliest man in the world, Socrates. When you see Derrida, in his fabulousness, speak of the relation between philosophy and biography, this comes to mind.

Just watch it and try to understand it.