I hate you don’t touch me or Bat and Hat

The film is an exploration of what it means to lose that which we believe defines us. Purposefully or not, all people use personal signifiers to express who they are and what separates them from others (be it as a punk rocker, business man, or suburban housewife). These signifiers of identity can be lost, co-opted, or confused; I am interested in what this corruption means for the identities tied to them.

Bloody, strange, and funny, the film uses unusual timing, a hand-crafted visual style, and a carefully controlled sound-scape to separate the audience in to disparate individuals who are themselves interesting to watch squirm, laugh, or gasp. The audience is able to choose how much they take out of the animation—it can be a nice little story only, or an allegory for experience/emotion, or something about time and change and self.

I guess the film looks at the idea that we give something up when we try to make ourselves better.