How do you make a show about nothing even less about anything? Get rid of anyone and everyone who's in it. With Nothing, editor LJ Frezza has done just that, revealing the lifeless, post-apocalyptic New York painted by Seinfeld's years of human-less cutaways and establishing shots.
At the piece's onset, the audience laughter and interstitial music are distractingly left in, but about halfway through that all thankfully creeps out out; by 4:15, it's become a different beast altogether, an abstract and ruminative look at shape, form, and personal handicap bathrooms. If only there were a bass and mouth noise-heavy Philip Glass accompaniment, this would be quite the powerful KoyaanisqatSein.