For some obscure but logical reason it began attracting fresh eyeballs sometime yesterday. “Wow! This is fabulous,” “Great job, sir!,” “Trippy,” etc. The always alert Sasha Stone, never one to surf behind the eight ball, sent me a link this morning.
Yes, of course — at the very end that’s the lifeless body of Scotty Ferguson lying in front of the apes.
And yet now that I’ve watched it yet again, the only thing I would change is to end it at 2:37.