Love a short film. Something that drives an idea, story or sentiment home without using a lot of resources. It’s hard even to categorize what this drove home: was it the concept of live with Dissociative Identity Disorder, or the story of one person’s coming to terms with their disorder? How much of it was real, in fact, given its regular if blase references to a zombie apocalypse? Regardless, it was an entertaining and spirited look into one person’s experience, no matter how much was real or not. It had style and a sense of humor, and while informative spent no time preaching. It suggested hope rather than demanding sympathy.