Bitseller

The scouts

A writer vs. his computer is basically the setup every Luddite grandpa makes at Thanksgiving, except Cervantes actually commits to the bit—turns it into a wordless combat that's genuinely unsettling without winking. It shouldn't work, but the refusal to explain or ironize anything makes it quietly subversive.

Cervantes situates himself in a lineage of humanist animation—Halas & Batchelor, perhaps early Švankmajer—where technology anxiety becomes a formal problem solved through meticulous craft; the Vivaldi score grounds the surrealism in classical tradition, making the battle feel both timeless and specifically of its moment.

The choice to stay completely wordless means every gesture from the protagonist and every flicker of that malevolent bit has to *read*—and it does, because Cervantes commits to micro-expressions and physical specificity that would've cost nothing but required everything; that discipline is what transforms a premise into a film.