I am taking a rest from my usual civil liberties / current affairs concerns to ponder the following questions provoked (after the consumption of much good French drink) by this remarkable film.
- What would Sigmund Freud make of it?
- For what evolutionary purpose did such a weird, apparently empty, creature arise (the Manta Ray, not the photographer who conceived the project)?
- Did this lady become an underwater dancer because all the tobogganist positions were filled?
Please don't answer the first question as I suspect I can't handle the truth. However, I am interested in any other thoughts you might have on the subject.