The glare doesn't let you see how graceful the bullfighter is. In fact you can't see him at all.
With one arm extended, he turns circles in place and, effortlessly, gets the miserable animal to charge and charge, around and around. Once exhausted it is killed, and the crowd waves handkerchiefs and cheers. This is a good metaphor to have, I think as I slide off the bed in search of the camera. Much simpler than moving trains.