One of the best aspects about the stop motion animation stylizations of guys like Svankmajer and the Quay brothers are how everyday materials become literally animated into living things. One can animate with anything, and here he uses stones as if it were putty, playing with them like a God can shape water. The best part is when the stones become stand-ins for bones.
3.7 stars. The film is at its most affecting and disturbing when it does not make recourse to anthropomorphism but instead reveals the vitalist impulses inherent in the stones. I especially like the erotic frottage since it mostly avoid obvious phallic or yonic imagery! I'm pretty sure the ending with the bust bucket spasmodically jerking once made me cry. Nice hard Eisensteinian editing too!