Why would someone pay £1,500, and someone else accept the commission, to make a film in which a kitten is glued to the floor and then crushed to death by a woman wearing high heels?
It really happened. With a real kitten. Thinking about it makes me feel inappropriately hysterical, with that helpless urge to giggle that comes upon us when something truly appalling happens.
The story. I'm glad I'm not working in that police department.
