“I'd like to choose direction, speed, the way to my destination,” says the thwarted protagonist of Skolimowski's debut feature, which chronicles a young student's last few hours of liberty (or what passes for it) before he's tossed into military service. Originally made as several short works for the Lodz film school which he planned to compile into a feature, Identification Marks: None befittingly has no conventional controlling plot; its collection of absurdist moments, everyday happenings, and failed relationships underline a world with little sense of purpose, place, or human contact. Its remarkable visual aesthetic goes far beyond a student work, however, with striking long takes and a constantly roving camera that could put Ophuls to shame, if Ophuls ever moved through Poland's postwar ruins and dull communist blocks. Shot through with a romantic cynicism and a casual ennui, the film spoke to the restlessness of an entire generation, one which saw no place, and no future, for itself in society.