A hitch-hiker bums a ride, travels into the country with the driver, then suddenly slams his head under the hood of the car, decapitating him. He thinks a bit, then sews the head back on.

This is not a horror film, but it is the start of something terribly unusual, a sub-one-hour time capsule of 1960s British art cinema, complete with a Pink Floyd soundtrack. After this opening incident, the film progresses by having our "central figure" (none of the characters are named invited to join a mysterious committee, run by a mysterious organization. We find out, in a nutshell, that all world decisions are made by committees of this organization, but the only decision we know has actually been made by one is that of a committee which selected "which orange seemed the roundest."

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