A short but sweet masterpiece of obscure feminine energy, a cryptic sort of nostalgia, and psychedelic art from another planet.
The opening sequence is about as close to the opening sequence to Shrek as you are gonna get (the only good part of Shrek). It won be right away with that title card...
I kind of wish I would have known about this when I was a 19 year old stoner. I feel like it would have been one of my favorite things to turn on over and over again when my friends and I were hanging around in the basement at my mom's town house while taking bong rips.
The art style is equal parts beautiful and nightmarish. The jagged movements feel like those of bad dreams, yet the content is mostly pleasant, colorful, and otherwise calming on the surface.
While the first half reminded me of what it felt like to be a young child at an aunt's house, I wasn't sure what to take of the second half. I took no thematic purpose from it, yet I thoroughly enjoyed it in all its weirdness. In the end, I don't even know what the asparagus itself represents, and I love it that way. I've never seen anything quite like this. It is entirely worth your 18 minutes. I will definitely be revisiting it in the future.
