Why You Totally Should And Really Shouldn't Watch That Scandinavian Version of Alice in Wonderland

It's pretty well known that I'm not really what one would call a "party animal." At all. For the past six or seven weeks, I've been out on Friday nights. This doesn't necessarily entail raging parties filled with flashing lights and alcohol (I've never been to one of these, nor do I ever want to), but of small local concerts, sleepovers, and movie nights. Two weeks ago I caught a break and decided that this was going to be my night. I made my favorite type of tea, some popcorn, curled up on my couch, and began my great search through Netflix for a great movie to watch. I stumbled upon the title "Alice," and discovered it to be directed by some Nordic lady with a name that has too many j's in her name for any westerner to be able to pronounce without seriously offending anyone. Since the tale of Alice's adventures through her rabbit hole has been long a favorite of mine, I decided that I wanted to broaden my Lewis Carroll horizons. Press play, the movie begins.
The opening is similar to the one all too familiar to me. Disney's version. Alice and her sister rest on a riverbank, Alice becoming antsy. This version suddenly cuts to out to :our protagonists lips telling us that she needs to follow the rabbit.
The rabbit is an actual rabbit. And actual, dead, rabbit, complete with really bad taxidermy and stop animation. I'm still haunted by it.
Alice follows it through a cardboard desert, climbs into a desk drawer, and crawls through a cave of rulers and protractors. I shut the movie off at this point because the rabbit was scaring me too much. I watched Bob's Burgers instead (if you haven't started watching it, I highly recommend it).

Though this adaptation scared me to death, it made me ache for the days where my father would prepare peanut butter and banana sandwiches, situate me on a blanket in front of the t.v., put in a video tape with Tarzan, Alice In Wonderland, and Betty Boop on it, and say that I was having a picnic in our living room.

This is the rabbit from "Alice"

**correction; the version I am referring to is Czech, not Scandinavian. The director is Jan Svankmajer, which has significantly less j's than I originally thought.**