Daphne

[Drunk Monk]

Emily ‘The Widow’ Beecham’s cinematic tour de force. She’s a cook, a promiscuous alcoholic coke-fiend smoker, dealing with personal tragedy and witness to a horrific incident of random violence, whilst reading Zizek and trying to find meaning. It’s existential, shot on dreary U.K. streets where Emily’s vibrant red hair gleams like a lighthouse in thick fog. What can I say? I’ve held Emily in my arms. I’ve gazed into her eyes over a gourmet feast and fune Irish whiskey. I’ve seen her in full Widow costume crab from a swordfight, at a gala premiere, and casually at a lovely restaurant. And she cast her spell upon me with such ease that a starry-eyed dm could never break. Yeah, I liked Daphne, even though she was way too hot to be believable in such a downtrodden role.