Sorry to have lapsed again last night... I was up late watching the Quay Brother's Institute Benjamenta... It was a slow moving film, about a man who enters some kafkaesque school of Servitude, and slowly watches the organization crumble while everyone learns "the one lesson". Being a Quaye bro's film - you don't have any idea what in hell is actually going on, but it looks beautiful. What is with me and absurdist parables?