The Demon in My Pussy

A naked girl sitting on a couch recounts a bitter tale of spurned love. Her venomous rant becomes an attack on the voyeurism of cinema, as sound and image disintegrate. The audience is dragged across a rainbow to discover devastation on the other side.
This film was made as the last gasp of a dying relationship between the director and the actress. Perhaps you shouldn’t watch it, but it’s more fun if you do.