The music gives all the power to this scrapheap of footage. The footage is dumb and represents no meaningful connections or contrasts, except to the extent that you, the viewer, project into it like a rorschach inkblot, in which case you, the viewer, deserves credit for its "brilliance" (the brilliance of your own associations) - not Bruce Conner. Conner had no hand in controlling the associations people create in the footage. He followed no rationale, principle, method, theory, etc. Therefore, a gust of wind blowing film stock into a pile of fragments deserves as much credit for "directing" or "authoring" the meaning. You might as well remove his name from the film entirely and replace it with one word: "Arbitrary." Or sell the musical score by itself as a profoundly haunting composition. All praise to the composer of the music. None to Bruce Conner.