As every college student knows, there is almost nothing funnier than watching a person try to narrate her acid trips. Especially when that person is a housewife in the year 1956. As she says, "I can see all the molecules!"
The bond between mother and child is one of the most precious relationships possible. The more kids, the better: if mom accidentally murders one in a horrifically zany knife throwing act gone awry, there's always another to love/stab.
Boys, beware! The homosexual is among you, waiting to lure innocents back to his bungalow to initiate into his secret society of subversive sexuality. The perversion is invisible; anyone may be a hidden homo, as this relic PSA warns.
Making metaphors on the futility of war through combined stop motion and live-action experimentation, two titular Neighbours fight to the death over the only thing they've ever had to share: the single flower that blooms between their identical homesteads.
In a graphic depiction of one couple's lovemaking (that's graphic symbols, nothing nasty; get your mind out of the gutter!), suggestive images pair with metered dialogue to create a figuratively pornographic film poem that reveals the psychosexualization of everyday objects.
