Written by: Carroll Jenkins on January 1st, 2013

Theatrical Release Date: USA, 2012
Director: Henrique Couto
Writer: Henrique Couto
Cast: Sandy Behre, Ruby LaRocca, Andrew N. Shearer, Countess Samela, Henrique Couto
DVD Released: January 22nd, 2013
Approximate running time: 84 minutes
Aspect Ratio: 1.78.1 Anamorphic Widescreen
Rating: NR
Sound: Dolby Digital Stereo English
Subtitles: N/A
DVD Release: Independent Entertainment / Pop Cinema
Region Coding: Region 0 NTSC
Retail Price: $14.99
Synopsis: A college girl is socially awkward and painfully depressed. Her boyfriend dumps her, brother throws her out of the house, bullies molest her, boss is going to fire her, and she’s flunking out. Then she meets a new friend.
Written, directed, photographed, edited, and acted by ukulele musician and ginger ale entrepreneur (‘Uncle Henny’) Henrique Couto. Featuring a cast and crew of about 6 persons total (everyone pulls double duty) out of Dayton Ohio, the plot is so slim that it cannot be discussed without . . .
SPOILER WARNING. The pre-credits bathtub suicide is actually a teaser that doesn’t really occur until the one hour mark, when Lindsey (Sandy Behre) starts murdering each and every member of the cast. The basic plot is a rip on ‘Carrie’ with the characterization based on May. When lightly pierced and tattooed Lindsey meets heavily pierced and tattooed Ruby Larocca they strike up a friendship (over the course of about 30 minutes). Ruby seems to be coming on strong, but when Lindsay admits interest in a lesbian relationship she’s harshly rejected and ridiculed. That’s the final straw and it’s now time for torture and death.
The DVD:
You can’t fault the DVD presentation for anything since the cinematography and editing are both experimental and amateurish including barely discernible ‘web footage’ of the completely extraneous bully brigade. The behind the scenes featurette does bring things into perspective – the picture is indeed the product of strung out hippie punk losers.
At it’s best it invokes the Cinéma vérité feel of Paul Morrissey’s films (Heat) or of John Waters (Pink Flamingos). [Apparently John Waters signed Ruby Larocca's arm with a tattoo gun.] Though it does contain a few interesting moments, the most praiseworthy aspect is the soundtrack with everything from head bangers to a theremin presented. Even so, go watch May, Eyes Without A Face, or Paul Bartel’s Private Parts for some teenage girl angst that ends rather badly, but gets you there in style.

