A day like any other. Men rushing to work, children heading off to school. A group of workmen install a glass telephone booth in the courtyard of a residential building complex. A man enters the booth, finds the phone inoperative, and realizes the door has closed and locked behind him. He struggles in vain to free himself, gradually drawing a crowd of jeering spectators. A number of good citizens enlist their aid in freeing the increasingly agitated man, but to no avail. The aforementioned workmen suddenly return, and effortlessly disengage the booth from its foundation, loading it(and the frantic captive) onto the bed of their truck. A long drive from the city to the outlands commences...the man tries desperately to signal passers-by for help, but his perdition is met with mocking indifference. He sees another truck hauling a similar booth, also with a man trapped inside...the two exchange glances, each wearing a face of helpless confusion. Upon arrival at the destination point, the man learns the grim reason for his quandary...it is a reason devoid of purpose...cruel, evil, and perpetuated by nothing more than its own pointless enterprise. Meanwhile, back in town, workmen are installing another phone booth.
One of the finest short horror films of the 70s, LA CABINA presents a classic ontological argument within a narrative as nihilistically comical as it is deeply despairing. Somewhat like a TWILIGHT ZONE episode subtly underscored with bitter notes of pointed political commentary, it remains as shocking and deliciously mordant as the day it was made.
8/10.
