A thousand dollar film starring my Mum, her next door neighbor and a girl who’d never acted before.

There’s only 1 traditional 1950’s coat hanger factory in Australia and I had to lie to the owner and tell him we were doing a corporate video because he didn’t “want no artsy fartsy filmmaking mob traipsing through me factory.” Once he saw the 35mm film cameras with thousand foot mags and the wardrobe and makeup departments the gig was up. But I had a bottle of whisky to bribe him with, which ensured the production rolled on.