A man walks up to a woman who is rocking and knitting next to a shack by the Salton Sea He grabs what's she's knitting and runs away to fall into a bubbling mud hole.
Experimental movies like this push the edge of the Kuleshov Effect past its limits for me. The audience infers states of mind of the performers through the power of editing: take a clip of a performer looking offscreen, and then offer an image of a steak, and people will insist he looks hungry; make it a pretty girl and he's quite obviously lustful. What one is to think of a man who steals a bit of knitting is quite beyond me.
