This highly stylized short film is a very good example of myth and Freud, coming productively coming. The primordial echo is played out in a contemporary setting, with all sorts of rich implications. Which are basically that this filmmaker, and maybe something in all of us, really fears women. The Harpy’s anatomy really gets this down. Beauty and fatal danger together. By the way, if the breasts aren’t bare, this idea doesn’t register, doesn’t really mean anything. Explicit, with a purpose. This kind of thing, this actual thing does not justify anger toward women, let alone violence. No one, filmmakers included, is saying otherwise. On the other hand this kind of thing might go a little ways toward explaining those things. The poor male race…