I set out to write this film, knowing the production hurdles that would need to be overcome: there was the budget I didn't have, the premise that seemed too wild, and a few off-hand comments before I began that "women can't write comedy."
Six months later and I have a solid script, the support of laughs from some of my most cynical readers, and commitments from some of my most talented peers to help me tell a story the world needs to hear.
I think the world is made up of Dr. Hedds: empirically-driven minds trying to get by in a world that doesn't always live of up to their intellectual sensibilities. In fact, every character in this film is a Dr. Hedd, each one of them trying to grapple with the inevitability and incoherence of death. Yet, as serious and fearful this subject can be, I can't think of a better way to handle it than with comedy. Comedy is, after all, the reflection of what we fear most. By looking at a world through a satire, we can release this fear and look at it for what it really is.
As Mark Twain once said, "The secret source of Humor itself is not joy but sorrow. There is no humor in heaven."
-Talia