It’s very rare that I’m at an absolute loss as to the meaning or direction of a film, but in the case of Dame Factory, I can safely say that I have almost no idea. Dame Factory Inc is said to be an award-winning experimental film that’s received all manner of attention, and won numerous noteworthy awards. Most of the awards seem to focus on how experimental the film is, and with that I fully agree. The short film is so experimental, in fact, that I walked away having almost no desire to ever see a vagina again. The images I saw will forever haunt my nightmares.
The movie starts out with an unreasonably long introduction sequence, but then rapidly descends into quick segments of women doing various disgusting food related things. There’s a woman spewing icecream from her nipples, another spitting into plastic vials, and another carrying out one particularly horrific act that I wouldn’t dare spoil for you.
Dame Factory Inc
The film was directed by Melanie Abramov, and though there were parts that I found “interesting” (read: shocking), that was about the extent of it. I initially thought that Melanie, or whoever wrote the film, was perhaps trying to express how men see women as meat, but that notion fell to the way-side around the time that one of the women started spitting vodka into a vial. That scene was also the nail in the coffin for me in terms of disgusting acts, as there’s almost nothing I find more putrid than a person spitting. I’ve seen many horrific things in my day, including a woman vomiting paint, and even that was less disgusting for me.
If anything like this ever started pouring out of a woman, I would be seriously terrified. Ice cream is certainly delicious, but not when it comes directly from this part of the body.
How is this even physically possible? Actually, you know what? I really don’t want to know. I’ve never seen one that looks like this, and I hope they don’t exist.
If you’ve ever wanted to see a vagina pouring out strands of raw meat, then I’m glad I was able to provide that experience for you. If that wasn’t the case, then I’m so… so sorry.