Funny Bunny (2015) was co-written and directed by Alison Bagnall. It's a terrible film. Well, the first 25 minutes were terrible.
There's a guy going door to door with a clipboard, talking to people about childhood obesity. (Factually correct, but who pays him to do this?) There's a weird rich kid who thinks he's an owl. There's a scam artist who threatens them both with a huge knife. (She's angry because the rich kid has bought her a bicycle. She keeps the bike.) There's an animal rights activist, who has a website on which he harangues his meager audience about the evils of factory farming. (Again, he's factually correct, but who will listen to him?)
All of these people end up at an animal rights meeting. According to someone at the meeting, a pig has the intellect of a three-year-old child. One of the people at the meeting suggests that they kill his nephew, because he's three years old, which will make a statement about three-year-old sentient beings. (His suggestion is rejected, but it was considered carefully.) That's when we left.
This was the closing film of the High Falls Film Festival in Rochester, NY. I just don't know what the selection committee had in mind.
There's a guy going door to door with a clipboard, talking to people about childhood obesity. (Factually correct, but who pays him to do this?) There's a weird rich kid who thinks he's an owl. There's a scam artist who threatens them both with a huge knife. (She's angry because the rich kid has bought her a bicycle. She keeps the bike.) There's an animal rights activist, who has a website on which he harangues his meager audience about the evils of factory farming. (Again, he's factually correct, but who will listen to him?)
All of these people end up at an animal rights meeting. According to someone at the meeting, a pig has the intellect of a three-year-old child. One of the people at the meeting suggests that they kill his nephew, because he's three years old, which will make a statement about three-year-old sentient beings. (His suggestion is rejected, but it was considered carefully.) That's when we left.
This was the closing film of the High Falls Film Festival in Rochester, NY. I just don't know what the selection committee had in mind.