The Naked Hitchhiker is a beautiful metaphor, with the heroine narrating in the first person, as she recalls the history of her marriage, muses on the impact it must have had on her children, and begins to speculate on the impact it most certainly had on her. This is not a black comedy, but the portrait of a woman who can laugh at herself as she recalls the gracious and beautiful manner in which she held the family together. The heroine's recollections are meticulously animated and visually intriguing scenarios of her memory, daydreams, and nightmares, as she weaves a lyrical story together of her life as a wife/mother. Other voices pitch in to support the questions, question the self-analysis, and pose more questions to the questioner/narrator. Eleanor Lanahan--the artist, animator, writer, and producer--has given us a most valuable gift in this gem of a 1/2 hour masterpiece. It is an easy to view, but impossible to view only once--with so many depths of meaning, visual delight and provocative questions. Jung would have loved it. The Naked Hitchhiker has a permanent place in my film collection.