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This pleasantly ridiculous film was recently screened as part of a film spoof festival at (drum roll, please...) my local public library. In addition to the comic rewards of the alleged plot, which I believe has already been spoiled for you by the previous comment, many of the stylistic touches are fun to behold in all their original mid-'60s pre-mod swankiness. So many of them, from the porkpie hat and the haircut under it to the martini glass, are new again. Possibly the coolest, and definitely the most unnerving, thing about the film I saw was its color -- a monochromatic washed-out pinkish-red, creepily reminiscent of blood in the water, that got more intense as the film went on. This may be an artifact of badly aged film stock or it may have been there from the beginning. Either way, it sets a memorable tone for this little existential plaything.

This is one of the craziest things I've ever seen. A beatnik lives on a raft with bathroom furnishings. He sits in the tub typing on toilet paper, which he files in the toilet. A feminine hand appears from the drain, he paints one nail, and it leaves. He opens the medicine cabinet and finds a guy shaving on the other side. "Close the door, dammit!" are the only words in the whole thing. Finally the raft is torpedoed by a toy sub and sinks.

Watch it if you ever get a chance!