What's so wrong with a 16-minute film? It's perfect actually. How many hour-and-a-half films did you wish were just 20 minutes long and with all the good jokes and good scenes left in and all the fluff taken out.
An 80-minute movie in the 1930s was not out of the ordinary. Salvador Dali's 16-minute piece of surrealist, avant garde bullshit is good only because you invested just 16 minutes and got to see an eye sliced open by a straight razor.
Hate it? That's OK. You spent just 16 minutes of your life digesting it.
Frankly, you could probably only handle 16 minutes of it. It's as fucked up as you'll ever see in your life.
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