Not since the films of Frederico Fellini have I seen such raw displays of human ingenuity and capability. This piece takes me back to my bohemian days when we staged version of Sartre's "No Exit" using only a miniature poodle and two horseshoe king crabs as actors. Ah, those were the fine days, sipping absinthe and whoring on the docks with aristocrats and plebeians alike.
This kind of reminded me of being a little kid. Seeing how different objects around the house reacted with the world, always finding new patterns of motion, but mainly just kicking and throwing things for the hell of it.
