This is one of the best movies I have ever seen. It's a silhouette movie that's very different from the usual abstraction we see from Oskar Fischinger. We see two guys at the start of the film in a tavern sat across the table from one another chucking down the drinks. Anyway it's not just them that gets drunk, reality gets drunk! It really is the forerunner of the Svankmajer movie Dimensions of Dialogue. The two characters start malforming and lunging at one another. With almost unbearable creativity the viewer will see emanations sproiling forth from the walls or characters, ephemeral, delicate, almost unseeable frondlike things, and sometimes characters turn into kind of Malevich or Kandinsky type geometry in the blink of an eye. The tavern belches the two gents out and the ground starts fighting them, one of the guys starts falling off a volcano, and at the bottom of the volcano there is no ground so he falls through thin air. Heads sprout spikes and indescribable projections so rapidly you can't believe it. The backdrops (Fischinger loves the idea of depth) are really delicately done in white, so that you hardly notice them, but they are very beautiful.
Hey, I wonder what it's like to be in a room that suddenly turns into gloop, and collapses around me and then vomits me up. Well, now I know! This film makes Eraserhead look positively normal and was made in... nineteen twenty seven. This is still ahead of the times. The ending is suitably abrupt and bizarre the guy lies on his bed which then gets up and walks out of the dissolving house, the legs grow into massive stalks and it marches off into dissolution and oblivion.