A man grows a cherry tree out of his skull and has to live with it. The entire movie is commitment to that one absurd premise, played completely straight. You're watching someone navigate the world with literal fruit growing from their face, and the film doesn't wink at you once, it just follows him through the consequences, the embarrassment, the slow realization that this is now his life. The humor lives in that gap between the impossible situation and the mundane problems it creates. It's the kind of thing that either destroys you laughing or doesn't land at all, depending on whether you're built for comedy that trusts the weird instead of explaining it.
A miserly merchant makes a costly mistake: he swallows cherry seeds, and within hours, a fully blossomed tree erupts from the crown of his skull. What begins as a minor indignity spirals into complete chaos as the tree grows larger and more cumbersome, dragging him through increasingly absurd situations. The man's attempts to hide his condition, remove the tree, or simply live normally collapse into slapstick disaster after disaster. His stingy nature, ironically, makes everything worse. He refuses to seek proper help, won't pay for solutions, and stubbornly insists he can manage alone. Instead, he blunders from one predicament to another, accumulating bruises, humiliation, and problems that multiply faster than the leaves on his head. What could be a simple cautionary tale transforms into surreal comedy. The film leans into absurdity and physical humor, treating the impossible situation with deadpan logic. By the end, you're watching less a story about consequences and more a fever dream of escalating ridiculousness where a man's own greed and stubbornness become his worst enemies.