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Putting into words the happenings of Prometheus' Garden is as laborious as the stop-motion claymation must have been for animator Bruce Bickford. A nihilistic interpretation of the evolution of humanity throughout the ages; a mélange of prurient thoughts and perverse fantasies involving bosomy blonde nymphs and phallus wielding virile gladiators; a horrific exploration of mans animalistic urges for grisly torture and evisceration; the inherent loneliness of life on Earth and the struggle to construct and manipulate our surroundings to assuage our fears of it all: all of this only begins to deconstruct the chaos viewed over the course of the films twenty eight minutes. Tracing the course of human history across the globe, the constantly metamorphosing landscape of the earth is matched only by that of humanity and their transformation from peaceful inhabitants of lush locales to warring, bloodthirsty warriors bent on total destruction. Prometheus' Garden is an incredible work of art that only falters in its overly bizarre, nonsensical nature which it should ultimately be garnered with praise for and not admonished for. Undoubtedly comparable to a non-speaking claymation version of Waking Life.