In the suburbs of Tokyo, away from the chaos and noise of the city, is the Café de Kinema. As if they were into a movie theater, out of time and space, people take refuge in their own silence while the melodies of Nino Rota get lost in the smoke of their cigarettes.

Un “café del cine” es también un café para el cine. Desdeñando los automatismos de homenaje, las cartas encendidas y las citas enfáticas, este corto se dirige al corazón del cine sin declamarlo, como si una historia de imágenes confluyera grácilmente en ese café en el que parece conjurarse un universo. A "cinema cafe" is also a cafe for the cinema. Disdaining the automatisms of homage, the burning letters and the emphatic quotations, this short goes to the heart of the cinema without declaiming it, as if a story of images were gracefully converging in that café in which a universe seems to be conjuring up.