I started college with the intention of majoring in cinema. Two weeks in, after actually attending the first class of Cinema 101, which was taught by the department head, I dropped out. He showed us this inane, homemade film called “Window Water Baby Moving.” You don’t need to see it to imagine what it showed. A window. Some water. A baby. Something I forget what that was moving. Oh, and the filmmaker, whose work was SO IMPORTANT that it merited being the first thing we saw in Cinema 101, had also, wait for it, scratched some of the film with a pin.
H/t Bluebird of Bitterness