Pochsy works at Mercury Packers ... where she packs mercury. Having missed some kind of mass evacuation, Pochsy is all alone, wandering a ravaged industrial landscape. This blackly comedic (and very original) film is set against the stark, spectacular terrain of northern Ontario's mining fields, with its abandoned factories and ruined streams. The cinematography - gritty black and white Super 8 - beautifully magnifies the bleakness. Pochsy is actually the only character in the film, and it becomes clear as she makes her way from place to place in order to do ... something ... that she is also the (fictional) filmmaker, to boot. Eerily seductive, Pochsy murmurs to us in intimate voice-over: weird affirmations from 'The Secret,' the Walmart Mission Statement and the Dalai Lama. It becomes clear after a time that Pochsy is herself the mad auteur of a message in a bottle to an equally demented world. "Pochsy is part of the light that keeps us laughing as we plunge into the darkness," N.Y. theatre critic Simon Houpt once said, having watched Pochsy live on stage. That about sums up the experience of watching her on film, too. She's like the perfect spokes-girl for a species on the brink.
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