Japanese entemologist hunts for bugs in an unnamed desert (it's not in Japan, anyway). That night, he's swallowed up in a sinkhole, where he finds a woman living in a hut at the bottom. Together they strike up a strange relationship, making oddball love by night, while the entemologist tries to climb out of the hole every day. What's a Japanese woman doing living in a hole in the desert? What does she eat in that hole? Never mind -- the answers aren't forthcoming, and you aren't supposed to think about them anyway. As atmospheric and as symbolism-filled as a Dali painting, Woman in the Dunes is an early forerunner to modern experimental film.

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