It's over before your brain finishes registering that it started, and that's the entire joke. The heavyweights of world animation all got handed the same assignment, animate a self-portrait, and Osamu Tezuka, the man who kept Astro Boy, Black Jack and Phoenix running simultaneously while apparently never sleeping, answered with something you could lose in a blink. No career retrospective, no solemn artist statement, no ego. Just the god of manga treating the whole idea of self-importance as a setup and cashing the punchline immediately. You watch it twice because the first pass doesn't count, and the second one is funnier. Then you sit there doing the math on a guy who drew tens of thousands of pages and summed himself up in less time than it takes to say his name.

Osamu Tezuka accepts an unusual creative dare: animate himself. The very short film was his response to a challenge put to leading figures in international animation to make animated self-portraits. Tezuka pictures himself as a slot machine, which spins through a series of rough, clashing expressions until his real form finally appears. The result is a brief comic piece about how differently each person sees and interprets their own face.