For 45 minutes, it’s a parlor room drama a la Tarkovsky. Long, staged takes and mopey characters babbling about systems of belief. We focus on one particularly crabby drama critic and then out of nowhere it is implied nuclear bombs are dropping. The film takes a surprising turn. . .not into the world of symbolism, just unexpected behavior. Dream-like, but not to the point of overwhelming surreality. And, for the most part, shot very straight. And then it ends with some Keystone Kops hijinks. Most reviewers on imdb think this is either a piece of dreck or the greatest art ever made. I’ll split the difference somewhere. I give it props for being so unpredictable, but I can’t say this is for everyone.