Eggs

7am, New Years Day, 2015. Two women. Friends, but lately it's becoming harder for them to understand why... One, a compulsive artist with a passion for existentialism, and the other, 9-5 fried schedules motherhood like it’s a doctor's appointment. They stare-down different paths, and all that seems to unite them is a) their love of 90s pop classics, and b) the grief over the death of their friend, Rose. Hurtling towards their 30s, over the course of one year we watch them love and loathe; each other, men and the way the world sees them. Two women trying to understand what being a woman even means: self-destruction: kids: sexuality: depression: capitalism: the club: Ketamine: loneliness: the list goes on. They focus on trying to become what society expects, whether or not that actually makes them happy. A smart and scrappy story of sisterhood that doesn’t try and romanticise; with women that are lost, flawed and (at times) incredibly difficult to root for.