Just because you can make a silent film in black and white, doesn't mean you should, does it? Tuvalu tells us that demon technology like, you know, dialogue, is really really bad.

Get beyond the many gimmicks, and you'll find a reasonably good story waiting to get out. As told through images and various characters' grunts, we watch as a public spa/pool/gym struggles with its rapidly disintegrating edifice. The fact that the inspector is about to condemn the place is one thing -- an evil boatman who wants a crucial part from the gym's steam engine is yet another headache.

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