The American dream looks a lot like a nightmare in this kaleidoscopic Soviet animated film. A downtrodden man wanders a neon New York City looking for a job. He’s lured into a shooting range by a greedy manager who schemes to drive up entrance fees with the novelty of a human target. The worker starts a family in the line of fire. While perhaps not the subtlest allegory of capitalist exploitation, director Vladimir Tarasov achieves a startlingly surreal picture of domestic routines performed under duress. Bold compositions and a dynamic jazz score add layers of psychological tension to the film’s ideological foundation.