The Triangle is a surreal view of marriage that actually grows funnier as it progresses through its fourteen minutes towards a conclusion that is not unexpected. Priit Pärn is at his playful best in a short Estonia's Soviet censors were not best pleased with at the time. Julia cooks all day for husband, Victor, who never leaves his newspaper, more content with his cigarettes than his wife. Dishes are extravagant, sliced up, poured out, slaughtered for the pot, dish after dish, until the kitchen work surface is awash with pots and pans of meals never consumed. And Julia yearns for her husband in an earthy expression of passion, none of which is reciprocated. Preparation of food replaces physical love, all that kneading, squashing, slicing. Frustration grows. Until there enters a smooth rival for her attentions, dapper, lustful. But is Edward only in it for Julia's dumplings? And how does Victor feel about this ménage à trois? And is Julia as committed to the real deal as her fantasies suggest? Pärn is one of the great animators, his work never being simple, offering a darkly humorous vision of life and often surprisingly graphic images, presented in The Triangle in a partial collage effect. Enjoy the juxtaposition of boring Victor hidden behind his newspaper and the gluttonous feast endlessly prepared amidst expressions of surprise and passion contained in repeated uses of each other's names, not to mention little Edward, spiv-like, salivating; or the kitchen itself, as disordered as its inhabitants. One of my favourite films of all time.