Strobe lights flashing, thrash metal rumbling, a kid with a bag on its head scurrying into the underground with a man wearing an ape mask: A parallel society, a precarious community of monsters, has established itself under the cover of darkness. Norbert Pfaffenbichler is the domestic master of the silent-movie revamp. Part one of his 2551 trilogy is aptly titled “The Kid,” a nod to Charlie Chaplin’s 1921 film of the same name, whose lumpenproletariat milieu Pfaffenbichler yanks into the fantastical realm. What has remained is the unconditional solidarity with all things repressed and stowed away. Freaks of the world, unite! A labor of love.

In attendance of Norbert Pfaffenbichler