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A wronged woman takes a scorched earth approach to her revenge.
Love can make one do insane things. Buy tokens of affection no normal person could afford. Run singing and skipping through torrential rain. And when love eventually sours – as it often does - people get even more crazy. Begging. Pleading. Stalking. And that’s just normal stuff; par for the course. But sometimes folks get… well, unhinged.
Take Brian and Angie as a case study. Married in the 80s: poofy hair. Happy smiles. But when the script opens in present day, the decades have done their damage. By the time we meet Angie, she’s a mess. Dry chewing anxiety pills like M&Ms. Clearly, a woman on the edge. And that’s putting it mildly. Brian’s done something to wrong her. And you know what they say about a woman scorned.
Normally, teasers for scripts are wonderful things. But it’d be wrong to describe what happens next. Let’s just say it’s bloody, and leave it at that. Sick. Disturbing to the max. And dog lovers need not apply.
Though thoroughly violent, All My Love’s oddly not gratuitous. Rather, it’s a disturbing study into how badly a mind can warp, when robbed of the one thing it truly loves. A deranged mix of drama and horror – AML really leaves it’s bloody mark.