Stories open up within stories, and digressions lead into further digressions. It's too respectful to be parody, too strange to be comfortably compared with anything else; a bit like David Lynch trying to make a kid's film, perhaps, but even that description doesn't quite do justice to its sheer oddity. The entire film has an associative dreamlike quality and, thanks to it, those stories which introduce psycho-analysis and skewed logic really turn the mind-bending screw. Later stories concerning a 'gardener boy', surrogate child-father and mad husband trying to find his wife a good birthday present are comic and creepy in a way that is wholly distinctive. Dialogue occasionally flashes on screen: "Mother's flapjacks have never been so frightening". You could furnish several other films just using thirty minutes of these bizarre prompts and exclamations. The pace is so fast that it can leave you behind, but the experience of watching is so disorienting and novel that it hardly matters if you quite follow its more nuanced suggestions. To see it is not to understand it - but the world of squid theft and Aswang banana mutation it introduces you to will long stick in the memory.