It's staggering even trying to contemplate the amount of effort that went into making this. It's so incredibly detailed and inventive. I think it might be a little too long. More is not necessarily better.
I feel like Schulz's masterpiece is merely a hymn of a starting point for this. Doesn't matter. Both are surreal wells of hidden desires and madness, personifications in tow, spawned by a ripped and, here, literally a re-sewn historical derivation. I see these guys payed homage to Svankmajer; technically, this is next-level. Insanely beautiful. I will dream of that tailor for a long time. I secretly want that tailor.
We see a cinema that highly uses its material as the point-of-fact, the center piece for its politics: the mutable relationship between modernity of our lives and the alienation we feel about the changes in our times. So high the level of engagement it has flown away.