I Killed My Lesbian Wife, Hung Her on a Meat Hook, and Now I Have a Three-Picture Deal at Disney
A first-time feature-film director (who's also the writer and producer) is casting the lead actress. We meet him talking to his wife about the picture and the process. We meet the actress, Sandy, negotiating with her roommate and talking by phone to her mother. Then, we watch Sandy audition for the director at the call-back session; also attending are the casting director and the production company's sycophants. The wrinkle is that the director is a homicidal misogynist, his wife is tied up and hanging from the ceiling, and Sandy has something in her purse that bodes a rocky future.
Why it matters
A grim meta-horror that dissects toxic auteurism through a sharp, claustrophobic thriller lens.
- A rare early ’90s indie that confronts misogyny in the film industry with brutal candor and black humor.
- Unsettling atmosphere built on a single-location setup—think early Tarantino tension meets David Lynch unease.
- Sandy’s audition scenes double as a twisted power play, spotlighting performative vulnerability and backstage cruelty.
- Not for the faint-hearted or seekers of subtlety, but a cult curiosity for fans of boundary-pushing feminist horror and satirical violence.
Director
Cast
Horror DNA
Gore
14
Slow Burn
17
Psychological
29
Supernatural
0
Creature
0
Disturbing
33
Fun Factor
67
Cerebral
28
Survival
17
