Nelson gets credit for being one of the leading lights of 60s experimental/independent/avant garde/artsy film (O Dem Watermelons, The Great Blondino) and this is one of his best slices of absurdity. Nelson and someone else (William Wiley?) look at pictures of opulent pleasure boats and try to guess their names, while up in a corner a clock ticks and an early 20th-Century porn-loop runs incessantly. Sounds ludicrous (and is very funny if you're in the mood or half-baked), but really stands out as one of the best (and funniest) of the overly-sober products of the "visionary" films of the 60s/70s. Saw this once in the States and once in London, and would love to see it again-- it's a cherished memory. If you can get to a screening, don't hesitate.
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