We start out with Jane talking to her psychiatrist. She is a mess. She can't walk by a lamp without breaking it or sit on a chair without ending in a pile of rubble. She tells the shrink (Shreck the shrink) that the engagement to her boyfriend is off. What follows are a series of weird events, including her realizing she is part of a movie. Or is she? One need only think for a couple minutes to realize that this is really out there. The psychiatrists tells her that her clothes and her look are at the center of her problems, so she ends up with kind of Cyndi Lauper 1970's look. She goes to a movie theater where her movie is showing but she isn't allowed in. Does this sound like someone's nightmare. It also has an element of Fellini to it but that is too much of a compliment. Don't bother.
Review of Secret Cinema
