A carefully prepared "rush job" and come on. An unblinking wild three-way where most every action (teaser ingredients of 'sex,' 'violence,' music and food) occurs thrice, as sound, verbal description and visual event. Though these constituent parts are out of joint and rarely meet in the same incremental 'time zone,' perfect synch seems only to occur dead center within the room. The action occurs within the same camera pan and single take. Like some of Snow's greatest work, the seemingly offhand Prelude is conceptually meticulous. The film constructs a momentary physical world subject to specific behavioral and cinematic laws that parody the idea of 'Coming Attractions.' Taking off on the apparent paradoxes and backhanded clairvoyance of all trailers - how can something prepare a path and 'trail' behind, acting as an appetizer, but also spoiling all narrative surprise? Time and tempi are torqured to match the exaggerated metabolism and delivery of such advertisement cum films.