If Hey Girl! weren't skillfully executed, it would be painfully trite. A young woman extricated herself from an oozing fluid (in which is embedded a molted human skin), looked at herself in a mirror, sobbed, put on lipstick, poured perfume on a sword...if this had been produced cheaply, it would be freshman college feminism. But the fluid was this amazing viscous gloop that, even after 75 minutes, was still flowing off of the table; the way the lighting revealed the gloop, and the actress embedded in it, manipulated my attention with consummate skill.