My Darlin’, is it all right if I dare to request that my creator takes me out? Is a death wish always morbid, or can one inject enough sense of humour to water it down to a casual "meh"?

The film deals with despair and attempts to describe it visually; to throw the mask off that soul-crushing feeling most mortals have stumbled across in their emotional calendar at least at some point but rarely openly admit to it. In the eyes of society glorifying the strong and relentless go-getters, the feeling of powerlessness is one of our greatest shames. So we suffer in silence. But not “My Darlin’” – let it blast.