The Flicker is a 1966 experimental film by Tony Conrad. The film consists of only 5 different frames: a warning frame, two title frames, a black frame, and a white frame. It changes the rate at which it switches between black and white frames to produce stroboscopic effects.
Conrad spent several months designing the film before shooting it in a matter of days. He produced and distributed The Flicker with the help of Jonas Mekas. The film is now recognized as a key work of structural filmmaking.
The film starts with a warning message, which reads:
WARNING. The producer, distributor, and exhibitors waive all liability for physical or mental injury possibly caused by the motion picture "The Flicker."
Since this film may induce epileptic seizures or produce mild symptoms of shock treatment in certain persons, you are cautioned to remain in the theatre only at your own risk. A physician should be in attendance.
The warning is accompanied by the ragtime tune "Raggedy Ann" played on an old gramophone. The film then goes on to a frame that says "Tony Conrad Presents," and then to a frame that says "The Flicker," at which point it starts. The screen goes white, then after a short while, the screen flickers with a single black frame. This is repeated, at varying rate, again and again until it creates a strobe effect, for which the film is titled. This continues until the film stops abruptly.
Well, my name is “Fingers Murphy” but my story's seldom
told,
I massacre folk music with a yard of German plywood and
a plectrum,
I do requests-just the ones that have two chords in,
And I disregard the rest,
Na na nya na na na na na na nya etc . . .
Well, I stand on stage the hero a martyr to me trade,
And carry the reminders of all the gigs I've played in
like the Irish Club-in Luton,
Where I fled in mortal fear—with the imprint of a
Guinness bottle stamped across my ear
Na na nya na na na na na na nya etc . . .
Seeking twenty with expenses I went looking for a gig
Got no offers--just a come on from a groupie up in
Neasden,
I do declare--I was feeling rather randy so I had her
then and there,
Na na nya na na na na na na nya etc . . .
Na na na-ya Na na na na na na na-ya
Na na na-ya Na na na na na na na-ya
Na na na-ya Na na na na na na na-ya
Well, I've sung the full tradition with my finger in my
ear,
Cause half the stuff I'm singin'—I just can't bear to
hear—it's a load of cobblers,
Bar after bar--to the rhythm of an out of tune Japanese
guitar
Na na nya na na na na na na nya etc . . .
Well, I met this great guitarist-I asked him for
advice,
But the message that he gave me--wasn't very nice or
even civil,
Stick it where--and if I did how could I tune it with
it stuck way up there,