A filmmaker wants to make a road movie about ‘fragile masculinity’ that announces him as an Australian auteur. Only problem is: he’s self-funding a short film. This acidic work of self-mockery is built on existential angst and meta-movie hijinks.
A woman visits a personal stretcher, only to have unexpected objects pulled out of her body. A near silent witness statement to the reopening of invisible wounds in an abstract pursuit of healing.