It's a
sort of disembodied
rollercoaster ride in which Strange is zapped out
of his body, out
of earthly consciousness, and into a dimension
of the polymorphously perverse in which his hands sprout more hands fractally, his face suddenly turns out to be made
of hands (as if in an anatomically themed painting by the baroque master Arcimboldo), and we suddenly fly into Cumberbatch's face and down an infinite - regress funfair slide
of mouths within mouths within mouths.