This movie left me baffled; and although I don't care for everything to make sense, I just couldn't find an angle from which to start understanding what's going on.
There are two puppets, a monstrous hybrid of man and bicycle, and a winger creature. This one flies down, is wrapped in cloth and the bicycle-man clips its wings. Where can anyone go from here? I like symbolism, allegory, allusion, intertextuality. But this movie just gazes into itself and offers nothing.
This movie has a stream of surreal, gripping imagery from start to finish, and I can't deny it's a technically impressive movie. The Quay brothers have a gift for the bizarre and the terrifying. They're darker and more hopeless than their master, Jan Svankmaker. I just wish their shorts had the same playfulness and logic of his movies.
There are two puppets, a monstrous hybrid of man and bicycle, and a winger creature. This one flies down, is wrapped in cloth and the bicycle-man clips its wings. Where can anyone go from here? I like symbolism, allegory, allusion, intertextuality. But this movie just gazes into itself and offers nothing.
This movie has a stream of surreal, gripping imagery from start to finish, and I can't deny it's a technically impressive movie. The Quay brothers have a gift for the bizarre and the terrifying. They're darker and more hopeless than their master, Jan Svankmaker. I just wish their shorts had the same playfulness and logic of his movies.