Helen Sargeant gently mocks the pretensions of royalty, and by extension those in a position of unquestioned high regard. As the socks and their wearer strike poses familiar as those of the heir to the throne Helen whistles the national anthem. A disconcerting film that is as much a comment about the ownership of land and power as a comment on identity and the body.

Text by Jenna Collins

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