A writer, trying to cope with the death of her husband, rents a remote house, where she talks to herself for 90 minutes and slowly loses her marbles. This is punctuated frequently by unexplained cuts to her sitting on a stool on what appears to be a comedy nightclub stage, narrating what was going through her head. Unexplainied, mildly “spooky” things happen towards the end, like the lights going out or the doors locking themselves so she can’t leave. And that’s the whole movie.
