Decoding the Dinner Table Debacle in "Dimensions of Dialogue"

Okay, so I just watched "Dimensions of Dialogue" and... whoa. Seriously, what was that? I feel like my brain did a marathon. I know it's all about communication breakdown, but the sheer weirdness kinda made it hard to focus sometimes? Like, the disembodied heads eating each other? Very Cronenberg-esque, but also… deeply unsettling. I was glued to the screen even though I wanted to yeet my TV out the window, lol. What I'm really stuck on is the second part, the "Passionate Discourse" bit, with the food at the dinner table. The whole thing just escalates into this grotesque food fight, right? And then they're literally building stuff out of the food, trying to 'fix' things, but it just makes it worse. It felt so chaotic and relatable, even with the claymation. Has anyone else felt like that whole sequence captured the frustration of trying to communicate when everyone’s just talking past each other? Like, building castles out of mashed potatoes is exactly my family dinners sometimes, just metaphorized. I guess my question is -- did anyone find a message of hope in all that carnage? Or is it just a cynical take on human interaction? I’m leaning towards the latter, especially the ending where they are just being stamped out like that. Just…ugh. Also, anyone know who directed this thing? The visuals are insane, and I'm curious about their other work. All in all, a mind-bending experience, and I'm still trying to unpack it all. Recommend but with a massive content warning!