He's trying to undo a cat-flap catastrophe. She's finishing up a messy special project.
Aisle after aisle, they keep bumping into each other—something special starts to bloom.
But when they reach the tills, Harry notices the items Pixie’s concealed in her basket: a hacksaw, cable-ties, rubber gloves, a scythe, quicklime—
Has Harry run into the girl of his dreams—or a body-dismembering psychotic?
PIXIE dovetails romance, comedy and black humour into a perfectly assembled twelve-minute film—
—with a combo as sweet, weird and dangerous as dark chocolate licked off a tablesaw.
