Becca Kozak's body horror about a young woman who turns into the sweets she constantly consumes, and is then herself consumed by the greedy people in her life, finds a few very clever ways to make its ultra-low-budget production values work in its favor, but these ideas as well as many intriguing themes and images are overpowered by lazy writing, repetitive design, and wooden acting. These aesthetics don't feel punk rock so much as just unfinished. There's also a casual acceptance of every outrageous thing depicted here that works against the creepy, intellectual premise.

