I was expecting some sort of documentary depicting a production line, but instead we get a fanciful public relations exercise for Shell Oil in psychedelic thirties Gasparcolor stirringly set to Holst's 'Planet Suite' which perfectly captures the optimism then prevailing in those far off days about human technological progress.
A motorist increases his no doubt already enormous carbon footprint by driving his jalopy up and down the Pyramids before getting lost, running out of petrol and seeing a petrol station emerge from the heat haze like a mirage before expiring in the blazing desert heat. Serves Him Right, I hear you say; but the oil industry comes to the rescue in the form of droplets of petrol send by the goddess Venus to resuscitate his car and rejuvenate him as a gleaming mechanical man.
Fascinating both as filmmaking and as a relic of era that now seems as remote as the one that created the Pyramids in the first place.