Mad God

Phil Tippett spent three decades animating this. A figure in a diving suit is lowered into a ruined world of furnaces, surgeons, war machines and creatures that exist only to suffer or to be harvested. There is almost no dialogue and no real plot in the usual sense. What there is instead is texture: rust, mud, flesh, smoke, all of it puppeted frame by frame. The result is closer to a nightmare you remember in pieces than to a story. It asks for patience and gives back a vision of decay rendered with more care than most films give to anything.