The reason I probably shouldn't be allowed to make movies is I have no impulse control and I would immediately make something called Revenge Of The Dead Tranny Hooker. It would be about a trans woman trying to break into acting, but no one wants to hire her for anything except playing a sex worker who gets murdered. Then one day she does an open casting call which runs her through a series of increasingly bizarre line readings, which it turns out are meant to summon an eldritch demon to grant the movie producer god-like powers.
The culmination is supposed to be sex on the casting couch, but she ditches at the last minute, destroying the ritual and splintering the extradimensional entity across California. She unknowingly receives powerful extradimensional blood, while the rest of the fragments seek out the powerful and violent people of the world. Meanwhile the movie producer uses his new powers to transform his PAs into henchcreatures, and sends them after the protag to finish her off. She discovers her new powers in the ensuing fight, which also seem to be gradually altering her body every time she uses them.
The rest of the movie is a steadily escalating game of cat and mouse between trans woman and movie producer. While the former transformers the fragments into powerful psychic weapons like chainsaws and spiked bats, the later uses fragments to make himself bigger and physically stronger. At first the fights are short and brutal, the protag outmatched and outgunned, but she gets more confident to the point of an anarchic battle of against the LAPD led by a demonic police captain, including a scene where she stands on the roof of a speeding police car and rips the driver through the windshield.
Her eventual form is some kind hyper sexual draconic mantid squid rippling with biomechanoid components. In the fight with the producer he thinks he's winning by tearing apart the last of her human flesh, but this just complete her transformation, letting her easily overwhelm him. It's implied from that point forward she plans to conquer the world.
Today I got to use a 70+ yr old sewing machine that was so well designed and in such good condition that putting down a line of straight stitches felt like performance art. It’s apparently the first portable sewing machine Singer ever made and fuck dude you can FEEL how proud of it they were. Look at this thing it’s gorgeous like it’s got sleek black enamel and fucking golden filigree and a fucking GOLDEN SEAL for crying out loud. Don’t get me wrong. I love my mostly-plastic sticker-covered little modern starter machine. It was one of the most meaningful gifts anyone’s ever given me and it’s done everything I’ve ever asked it to. But this 301A legitimately feels like A Piece Of Industrial Design and it’s crazy that it feels as good as it looks. It belongs in a castle. I hope this thing runs forever and based on how well built it is I wouldn’t be surprised if it did.