In a film studio, an aristocratic beauty and a wounded beast dance the tango. Suddenly, the beast pushes the princess away. He is full of regret and pain, and he wants her no more. The beast pulls out a revolver. He offers it to the princess, but magically she makes it disappear. The couple dance a tender ballet to swooning strings. The beast turns to face her, but just as they are about to come back together, she recoils in horror at his terrible wounds. Trying to persuade the beauty that they can be together, the beast dances a dramatic, obsessive dance. But she is still hurt, and she cannot take him back. Still he sways and he dances, his body twisting hysterically, and this time she is persuaded. They come together in an explosive, show-stopping dance. She jumps into his arms, and they kiss. They dance the tango. Suddenly, the beast pushes the princess away. He is full of regret and pain, and he wants her no more. He pulls out a revolver... Read a specially commissioned essay on 'Comma 39' by The Guardian's chief art critic Adrian Searle: bloombergspace.com/archive/comma39_essay.html