Damselvis, Daughter of Helvis

I'd call it a minor masterpiece except for the word minor is inescapably condescending. How about this? It's John Michael McCarthy's *first* masterpiece.

A rumination on the vast concepts of religion and belief that at the same time reinvents their aspect of spiritualism in such an impossibly elegant way that the viewer is forced onto a journey wherein he creates a pathway for his own trials and tribulations, alongside that of JMM's. At times deviating and at times intersecting, all together these infinite winding strings weave together into a braid, showing for the first time what was previously known as the mystery of God.

And all of this done without pretension, with friends as cast members, found locations, local bands for the soundtrack.