"The Ardent Scribe"
A forbidden-love story that transcends al boundaries moral and plausible - we have here a man who was raised to calligraphy of holy texts and who, in his ardour for the Deity as he encounters it in the scrolls, evokes, one night, a princess smelling of musk and earth and wearing nothing but a bikini. She is from the future, she says, the 1970s. The film plays somewhere in the 1500s of North Eastern Europe.
The muse as we shall call her takes him by the hand and out of his door, whereupon the landscape of his memory is entirely transfigured into golden rainbows (CGI fellas gonna figure that one out) and they make a glorious path through it, until they stand atop a hill and behold, the East, where armies with futuristic battle amor stand ready and the West, where dinosaurs are seen to roam.
Suddenly the scribe has a breakdown of sorts and sits down and the muse is gone. But the armies and the dinosaurs are still there and oh dear, what is this now - they're encroaching on our scribe.
Whats a scribe to do?
And ancient question. A classic film.