A blank-faced protagonist is propelled into a fantasy world of asparagus, where she fondles, excretes, and flushes away the vegetables. She heads into a city at night, arriving at a theatre of optical illusions, where she opens her handbag to release rare wonders in front of a claymation audience.

Suzan Pitt’s landmark work of surrealist animation found cult fame when it was coupled in midnight screenings with David Lynch’s Eraserhead. Pulling back the red curtain on the mysterious depths of our subconscious, it matches the weirdness of the Lynchian imaginary, spermatozoal squiggles and all.