Laura, a struggling artist who is in a relationship with a verbally and sexually abusive, drunken man, wakes up one morning after a night of rough sex and realizes that she hates her life. With the loss of her job and the threat of eviction she becomes a recluse. Noticing a small bruise on her arm she thinks nothing of it. What follows is a grueling cinematic exercise as Laura, who probably has been ‘dead’ on the inside for years, slowly begins to decompose before our eyes for an hour and forty-five minutes. Wondering around her apartment nude she attempts to keep herself together through any means including thread, duct tape, etc.
Not for the feint of heart (I seem to say that a lot) Thantomorphose is a fascinating exercise in loneliness and the loss of one’s soul. As Laura slowly loses her mind she literally falls apart before our eyes with disgusting visuals that include every fluid contained in the human body. The metaphor works well.