Maya on the beach, the waves in reverse motion, her climbing up a tree only to land in a dinner party. These images still remain striking after seventy years, and her experiments with time and space are pretty innovative. I'm not quite sure the meaning of the film, but I was entranced. A more languid piece than "Meshes of the Afternoon", but almost just as good.
In all of my favorite Deren films, Maya creates at least one powerful image that lasts with you like you just woke up from a dream. In this film, for me it was: the retreating wave dropping her off on the beach, her climb up the tree to the chess board and the walk with the man(men) on the road.
Fluid and oneiric, but not surrealist. More like... curvilinear. A path, if a tricky one, with snakes & ladders; social norms & vast expanses; compulsions & constructions (and enough escape hatches to make it fun to play in). But primarily, insistently, directional. Narrative. Our diligent act: unmasked. That's the bit that's so beautiful! Irrationality - not forcibly created, just gracefully, intuitively, exposed.