Is it:
A) The part where a fucking octopus opens a fucking jar;
B) The new-wave jazz that’s been selected to cast a thin veneer over the imminent destruction of the human race by hyper-intelligent cephalopods; or
C) The inclusion of a squid toy in an artifical octopus enclosure?
The answer may well be:
D) The fact that the murderous sociopath octopus never takes its eyes off the camera for a second while it’s working. NOT EVEN FOR A SECOND.
I know what you’re thinking, people, but we’ve come a long way since Ringo Starr tried to convince us these formless, bloodthirsty monsters were cute and cuddly. It’s official: We’re at war.
