HOLY MATTER
1996

Experiencing a three-year blockage in her creativity, the filmmaker intuited that her cinema failures were primal and Reichian, connected to dreams in which authority figures, including dear old Dad, disrupted her ability to take a healthy shit. What about others?  Have they been similarly traumatized? The filmmaker conducts a startlingly frank series of mini-interviews, in which video makers, poets, various artistic people burst out with a fecal trail of toilet memories, simultaneously humorous and horrifying, and usually shrouded in shame. It’s undeniably liberating, like a royal flush. Gerald Peary