Once upon a time, two quiet and quirky sisters lived in their cluttered mansion. Each day they would eat the same breakfast before sneaking out to examine the garbage of the people who lived in the city near by. Quickly darting from bin to bin, so as not to be seen, this odd pair would rescue what others had tossed aside. Each night, they would gently clean their newfound treasures and carefully draw and color a picture of each one for their record book. They had no cares for anything except their clutter and solitude.
One day, the two sisters discover a wicker chest filled with bright red balls of yarn. Of course, they bring it home and happily admire it as they sketch and color each ball for their ledger. But these balls of yarn already have an owner. They were never discarded; they were just waiting to be found. Later that night, loud noises wake up the sisters. An intruder has some how managed to get past the mountains of junk to get into their home. They find a young, naked girl feverishly knitting the red yarn. When she finishes her sloppy red sweater, she quickly pulls it on and passes out. When she comes to, she begins to scream—a loud, growling, agonizing scream which echoes throughout the house, shaking pictures from walls and clutter from tables—“Damn! I have to knit it again!” This will happen again and again. The sisters’ world of compulsive collecting and isolation will be completely disrupted. Dubbed “Knit Again” by the pair, this slightly deranged creature will demolish everything they have created.
In this quietly odd film, there are long stretches of time without much, if any dialogue. Playful and surreal marching music alleviates some of the silence, but the audience is really just a patient observer, a child watching the tale of this broken secret world unfold. There is plenty to see. The actresses are skilled (read more at Bloodtype Online)