30 hand picked films. A new one every day
or: how we learned to stop worrying and accept sound-image congruence (and redundancy)
HaHaHaHah I don't know what was the intention of this film, was it trying to be funny or artistic or naughty or what. Who cares, it's great.
I underwear my shirt is.
Truly strange. Like Ionesco but decades earlier.