"Sixth Part of the World" was the size of Soviet Union of the time. Many peoples of many customs composed it. Ice and desert, forest and ocean. Bread, furs, machines. All and every is a part of great unity.
Angie, a young Brazilian artist, abandons her old life and embarks on a journey around the country. Running from her past, and searching for her foundation in life, Angie finds not only herself but love in its many forms.
A wealthy man invites the local wealthy bachelors over for a puppet show about men who covet another man's wife. The puppeteer is actually a witch and gives the men nightmares about what could happen if they date the lady of the house.
A young man is elected by a small village to be its parson. As part of his duties, he is required to marry the widow of the parson before him. This poses two problems--first, the widow is ... See full summary »
"I say Claude old boy, why don't we take the old charabanc on a jolly old jaunt from Lands End to John O'Groats? Cover the country from top to tail, as it were, eh? What a wizard wheeze that would be! And, dash it all, wasn't your old man a pioneering cinema-whatchamacallit?! We could take a camera along with us and film all that pretty scenery on the way! Lots of cherub-faced little tykes playing sandcastles by the sea, that sort of thing. The countryside will soon never be the same, what with all this new-fangled technology, you know. Shame, sound hasn't been invented yet, but we could try filming in that new colour process you've been working on. What's that? Colour-fringing? Good Lord, old boy, it's colour! Like the real world! Don't you see? The colour could blur all over the place and the hoi-polloi paying their tuppence-ha'penny won't give a deuce. Anyway, the picture looks rather spiffing if everybody would just stand still while we're filming. And it will be a topping excuse to chat to giggling young lovelies in their bathing suits. What's that? Cardiff and Glasgow? Well, I suppose so, but I was thinking more of the likes of Weston-Super-Mare and Blackers, don't you know. And afterwards, we could cut the film up into segments and show it as a weekly travelogue in picture houses. Might even make a bob or two. Another sherry, old chap?"
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