A black-robed purveyor of communism is periodically interrupted by the questions of a white-robed every woman. Features disturbing historical Russian footage
Unbelievably bizarre pre-psychedelic anti-war American avant garde cinema. Kudos to the brilliant Basil Rathbone for finding such wildly original projects, and for truly dedicating his ability to them. Aside from deeply upsetting real war footage, the film largely resembles a play, where Rathbone and co-star volley lofty-to-confrontational philosophical quandaries as if they are a varied array of entities; i.e. society/class/hopes, etc. It's too oddball for most, but this film's insane ambition and it's rabid critique of mankind's endless war addiction, are,to me, infectious.