I'm the nineteen seventies the British Film Institute embarked on a modest production budget to make"artistic "films of an experimental nature which,unsurprisingly,were not aimed at the mainstream of cinemagoers. In fact one wonders who these films were made for other than the film makers themselves.
This film has accrued all of 15 votes,maybe from those involved in the production,giving it a rather weird score of 8.
It would be impossible to give the plot away because,quite simply there isn't one. It is hatd,if not impossible to go more than fifteen minutes without switching off.
The only way to describe this is as a supreme example of onanism.
