Pretentious-Artiste "personal statement" alert, ladies and gentlemen. Jane Arden is a glorious British treasure when it comes to '60s / '70s film, let's not underestimate that, but so was Jesse Matthews and she never had to expound her feelings on something as anodyne as this.
Arden and her co-director Jack Bond originally planned this film to be a short piece, but allowed it to grow into an unwieldy 107 minutes; and it shows. The plot (what plot?) revolves around actor Sebastianne Saville (Arden's son) choosing to withdraw from the Atomic age and all the empty-headed nihilism that comes with it. He wanders around unbound by the constraints of time, spouting aphorisms that would be best consigned to the back of a pack of Swan Vestas. And oh yes, a lot of camera trickery is involved. Probably trying help bridge the gaping void that this film finds at it's centre, and it doesn't work.
So, don't approach this film if you think "Art" is best left to basements in museums where it can leave the public alone, and not on your Plasma Screen. Damien Hurst and his ilk probably enjoy it, though. Well done.