“In a filmic jaunt conceived and spliced by Tiff Pritchett, one finds oneself in a woozy, phantasmagorical parade of halfway-there images… an innocent cherub, twirling lovers, blooms of fancy, a meandering millipede, a rat indulging its palate, ants feasting upon a discarded apple core, billows in the sky, and a black feline… with an eye perhaps on a ratty hors d’oeuvre.”
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Post-Punk.com