My latest documentary. Standing in the middle of a busy Brighton street every Saturday & Sunday — a masseuse trades away her skills in exchange for a simple donation of any size… but what lies behind the anomalistic healing hands of this masseuse?
Funded by: Step2TV, BFI, and the European Cultural Foundation.
My younger brother decided to give me this small black sweet earlier today, just saying “eat it whole, don’t worry, it’s not bad or anything.” I licked it and recoiled finding a very bemusing extremely sour flavour.
Later on he popped his head round my door and goaded me to actually put the entire sweet in my mouth.
At the final dress rehearsal, during the final line of the final scene of Act One, when everything that could have gone wrong has gone wrong, the Director, Lloyd, explodes as his leading lady dries.
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I'm seventeen, I make films and freelance for hot chocolate money.