Last night I was thinking: what is up with Alison Maclean? Who, you should know, is the director of one of the greatest films of all time, Crush, which is about a weird love pyramid in New Zealand, with a young(er) Marcia Gay Harden. Now that is a fine motion picture film. Top ten, babes! Maclean later directed Jesus' Son and two excellent Sex and the City episodes, et al, including a bit of Tudords, but not enough, and I would appreciate there being more. And so then I found this 1989 short of hers online, which I remember being horrified by back when it swept Cannes. Grody. WHAT IS UP, ALISON, PLEASE WRITE IN AND SAY HAYYYY.
It's easier to be killed by a terrorist than it is to shack up with a foetus found in the kitchen sink over the age of 40.
Oh, you are inside my head! Who are you? Get out of my head!
Man, more of a warning would have been welcome...I only got a few pulls from the drain into that before abandoning due to fear.
"Intolerable" sounds pretty tolerable.
Well, you won't see that on "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant".
Which is a highly excellent TLC show.
I was worried about Debbie Mazar the other day but then look where she ended up! EVERY THING WILL BE OK, ALI.
Oh, don't eat shumai while watching that.
Never seen that before. Heavy. Shades of Lynch's Grandmother. I'll have to check out that Crush jawn.
I never knew I could hold my breath that long... Can that get a "WTF!?!?!" tag as well?
oh my god. i have heard about this short never saw it.
also, that took me back to a time when new zealand films could be as weird as they wanted because it wasn't as if a film made in new zealand was going to be successful anyway.
thanks for compounding my hair-in-the-drain neuroses. was awesome though.