Marie Craven

Every morning Zoe counts and comments on Rebecca's (her daughter) nine round sneezing routine. Rebecca's sick of it. Her best friend, Cath, is trying to find a boyfriend for Rebecca but is losing hope because she's SO picky. In truth 'Becca doesn't like boys at all and is kinda smitten with Cath herself.

A series of chamber-fictions inhabited by a young woman named Alice. Linked in an oblique, dream-like way, these short, sharp stories describe Alice's survival in an everyday world of bizarre logic and strange emotions. A collection of allusive, absurdist, narrative episodes, which often resemble dream fragments; it's a place where miracles unfold in the bathroom and desire appears on a bus, where menacing joggers roam the suburbs and there's something sinister about hats.

Dare to play the game? Just one shot won't hurt.

The voice that haunts the film is a woman invisible whose presence can be sensed in traces. Continues this woman through the dark kingdom of her inner world, a ghostly photograph.

Every morning Zoe counts and comments on Rebecca's (her daughter) nine round sneezing routine. Rebecca's sick of it. Her best friend, Cath, is trying to find a boyfriend for Rebecca but is losing hope because she's SO picky. In truth 'Becca doesn't like boys at all and is kinda smitten with Cath herself.

Every morning Zoe counts and comments on Rebecca's (her daughter) nine round sneezing routine. Rebecca's sick of it. Her best friend, Cath, is trying to find a boyfriend for Rebecca but is losing hope because she's SO picky. In truth 'Becca doesn't like boys at all and is kinda smitten with Cath herself.

A series of chamber-fictions inhabited by a young woman named Alice. Linked in an oblique, dream-like way, these short, sharp stories describe Alice's survival in an everyday world of bizarre logic and strange emotions. A collection of allusive, absurdist, narrative episodes, which often resemble dream fragments; it's a place where miracles unfold in the bathroom and desire appears on a bus, where menacing joggers roam the suburbs and there's something sinister about hats.

Dare to play the game? Just one shot won't hurt.

Dare to play the game? Just one shot won't hurt.

The voice that haunts the film is a woman invisible whose presence can be sensed in traces. Continues this woman through the dark kingdom of her inner world, a ghostly photograph.