Deleuze according to Aerosmith. Deep inside Camille Paglia. This film is a lot of things: An Anti MTV-Rock’n’Roll-allegory. A comment on Grunge’s corporate happy misery. An experimental short paraphrasing and deconstructing musicvideo mythologies and clichés into a barren landscape of hyper-nobodies and tribal industrial thunder. A paranoid girly girl, obvious cross of Alicia Silverstone and Courtney Love, plagued by visions of marriage, parenthood, getting solid, flees her sleep chamber to join an urban setting of tough guys, getting chased, caught and finding no freedom after all. So much for teen spirit revolution. Despite its predating of Shakespeare pathos gone MTV-kitsch by Baz Luhrmann and Chris Cunningham’s violently gritty “Come to Daddy”-aesthetics as well as initiating the ambient sideproject Tribes of Neurot by famous Californian apocalyptic metal masters Neurosis, it remains an almost unreleased cult item, loved by a handful of celebrities like the Einstürzenden Neubauten and hard sought after by fans. Critics facve comparisons: Derek Jarman and Kenneth Anger translated to 90s kiddie ennui.