So my caring mother would rub the Fluxus Hair Tainer into my scalp, comb my disobedient locks, and then send me off to school looking like that ass-wipe kind on the bottle. I was an independent kid by gum, and this hair meant that I belonged, that my parents knew what was fucking what. This film is...
We live in an age of unhappiness. Like all people of all ages, we experience our everyday private and public life waiting for redeeming miracles. A bittersweet caffeehouse tale with humor and foam, music and chocolate sauce in 15 minutes.
