The joke is that a broken air conditioner remote spirals into the apocalypse, and somehow the show makes you believe it completely. Ozu's chaos in a time loop isn't just funny, it's the only logical outcome of giving that man access to causality itself. Every frame moves like watercolor on speed, and the comedy lands harder because the visuals never stop playing along with the absurdity.
On a sweltering August afternoon, a college student's air conditioning remote gets destroyed by spilled cola. Rather than accept his fate in the oppressive heat, he and his friend Ozu build a time machine from junk in his four-and-a-half-mat dorm room. The plan seems simple: jump back one day, grab the remote before disaster strikes, and return to comfortable living. Everything falls apart the moment Ozu gets his hands on the controls. Unable to resist tinkering with the past, he starts changing small details that cascade into increasingly catastrophic problems. Each jump backward spirals into new chaos, forcing the protagonist to frantically patch up reality before the universe completely unravels. What begins as a comedy about fixing one broken remote transforms into something weirder and darker. The time loop becomes a psychological puzzle where cause and effect blur together, and the friendship between these two idiots gets tested by the weight of preventing total annihilation. It's a trip through nostalgia, absurdism, and the question of what you'd actually sacrifice to fix a mistake.