_Her Smell_ is the real deal. Unfortunately, everyones don't want the real deal. Everyones want Hollywood glitz and pop glamour, whereas _Her Smell_ delivers blemishes and pungent estrogen.

Where else but _Her Smell_ can you find edges both rough and dull? Beauty sacrificed to the cult of ugly? A group of women tone deaf to your whinging? Oh yeah, you can also find them in full bore tits to the mosh pit riot grrrl rock and roll.

Elizabeth Moss leaps into the role of the 90s era female punk star (and yes, that is her singing all the songs) like some people leap off buildings: with no safety net and without caring what happens next.

This cross of _Sid and Nancy_ with Van Sant's _Last Days_ (complete with a noise track that imbues you with a sense of dread and fear) will piss the right people of with its rudderless deviation into the sea of feminist grunge, and perhaps my favourite part about the film is that it gives not even the slightest shit what you think about it.