This scene is a parody of surrealist narrative.
The way it’s shot; making of her a giant woman sitting before a distanced impersonal man, the analyst. She’s magnified with a lens. He’s silent and she’s talking about a night full of dreams and desires; of a naked woman who sat on her cat’s bowl of milk and of cracked eggs.
She overtakes the frame, yet his presence is the frame.
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