A film without inertia. A meditation on the impasse within feminist approaches to representation and the straitjacket of generic conventions. Interrogating ideologies of iconography and interior decor, textuality and taxidermy, this is a film which does for feminism what David Jones has done for Houndstooth. It raises such questions as, Who's Edvard Munch? Is life an estuary? Should one go to the AFI Awards? Should funding submissions be written in a public bar?