Surface Tension

One of the reviewers exhorts us to accept this for what it is. I thnk it's a waste of film, something conceived and shot while someone was high on some reality-shifting drugs. First, we hear a phone ring, while a man talks in sped-up motion for forty-five minutes of his time, four minutes by screen time; next, we get to see the scenery as someone walks across the Brooklyn Bridge and up to Central Park Lake, again in sped-up time. Finally, an image of a swimming goldfish is superimposed on crashing waves and various words, like "hippopotami" and "American cigarette ads."

The human mind is a pattern-finding machine, adept at finding patterns even when none actually exist. This film abuses the privilege.