The one scene that sums it up for me is the ferry crossing, in which, if you look, you'll see the ferry sailing *sideways*. That right there sums this picture up for me.
By the third walking scene, I found myself giggling as I said aloud to my housemate (in my worst English accent), "Oh, it's so grand to be an Englishman walking in the countryside! Bloody, bloody grand to walk! Walking, walking, walking -- there's nothing like it!" and so on throughout any and all of the sequences.
But other bizarre things abound: the incomprehensible lunch scene between the Author, his wife, and the maid, in which it appears he's leering at the maid in front of his wife. The interminable fight scene between the Brother and one of the ruffians (who, in a previous shot, was seen running quickly, quickly in the other direction). A visible bike rack in the London scene where the Brother steals a bike.
On the other hand, I have to give these folks serious chops for having the audacity to release this. Even though it was performed by a company of about 20 (with each person taking on about eight or nine roles), it was an astounding tribute to independent film making in all its ragged glory.
By the third walking scene, I found myself giggling as I said aloud to my housemate (in my worst English accent), "Oh, it's so grand to be an Englishman walking in the countryside! Bloody, bloody grand to walk! Walking, walking, walking -- there's nothing like it!" and so on throughout any and all of the sequences.
But other bizarre things abound: the incomprehensible lunch scene between the Author, his wife, and the maid, in which it appears he's leering at the maid in front of his wife. The interminable fight scene between the Brother and one of the ruffians (who, in a previous shot, was seen running quickly, quickly in the other direction). A visible bike rack in the London scene where the Brother steals a bike.
On the other hand, I have to give these folks serious chops for having the audacity to release this. Even though it was performed by a company of about 20 (with each person taking on about eight or nine roles), it was an astounding tribute to independent film making in all its ragged glory.