I regard Coleman Francis with the same awe as I would a Kubrick or Tarkovsky. He was a master of the non-film, the eventless, stark,surreal landscapes of bland Americana populated with ever-more unlikable characters. HE WAS HOLDING A MIRROR UP TO US!!!!
Not surprising. This is why I love b-movies like this. It's easy to find a bad sci-fi movie or what not from the 50s or 60s, but it's awesome when you find stuff that just transcends even the concept of "bad movie" and moves into some Lynchian realm. That's how I feel about Francis, and Ed Wood, and Manos and stuff like that. It's a kind of anti-genius, almost outsider art.