The Committee Movie Review
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."
Peter Sykes' strange little indie is the stuff that cult classics are made of, and it's a thinly veiled attack on bureaucracy and government, with special barbs reserved for the power brokers of the world. It's the lead-in, though, that doesn't make any sense. Why the murder? Why isn't The Committee actually worried about something important, instead of occupying itself with fruit shapes? It's disjointed enough to weaken the film, but we'll blame it on the popular drugs of the time.