Tup Tup

A chap is sitting in his bed reading a newspaper when he hears an annoying sound from the apartment upstairs. He puts up with it for a while, then it gets under his fingernails - the first in a series of activities in his bustling city that begin to wind him up, play on his nerves and on his desires. Nothing quite pans out as he'd like in an increasingly surreal and destructive environment - and that just leads him to the conclusion that maybe an hole in the ground is his best solution? I did quite like the style of animation here; it reminded me a little of the rudimentarily drawn antagonist in some of the early "Pink Panther" cartoons, and the sheer randomness of the narrative works quite effectively and frantically at illustrating the declining state of this man's grip on reality. Is it supposed to be prophetic of mankind's looming descent into a depressing psychosis of despair?