Oh no! But also, there's a reason Variations on a Cellophane Wrapper stuck with me from when I first saw it in an undergrad class. I don't remember the lesson (was it about found footage film?), but I was surprised how disturbing and apocalyptic it feels. On the one hand it's just a lady with some plastic, but on the other it's the end days. The sound does a lot of heavy lifting here, but the repetition of the clip might start off being boring but then becomes unrelenting. /o\

If you liked the Len Lye film, you might enjoy the chapter on his stuff in my friend's book Jazz as Visual Language (Nic also wrote some liner notes for a Lye DVD release, iirc). You're totally right about how the abstract forms have such personality. I'm glad you enjoyed it!