Rewatching found it far more melancholy and disquieting than I had remembered. Poor old everyman Faust is really put through the ringer and his complacency demands it! We are stubborn, stupid creatures perpetually caught between a rock and a hard place of our own creation. Moderately less slavering than most Švankmajer - almost giving epistemology precedence over ontology, even. I love the structured psychogeography.