Whose teeth are these in the sink?

I just received, and watched, Stacie Ponder's film, "Ludlow" (thank you Cynthia!).  :-)  It's a change-up from Stacie's humorous horror blog, "Final Girl", in its sobering depiction of a woman pushed to her psychological limits from physical abuse.  

Shannon Lark in "Ludlow".

If the effect of blood in a movie such as Robert Rodriguez's "Planet Terror" makes you laugh exuberantly, then the blood in "Ludlow" has the effect of making you queasy, with the film's serious atmosphere and sad subject matter.  The film stars Shannon Lark as Krista.  Krista is fleeing from her battering boyfriend Steve, towards what is assuredly a better future, planned for her by her sister Maddy.  At some point in the midst of Krista's pain, reality dissolves into a cognitive brouhaha, and the understood fate of all involved is about as clean as my hands before dinner.  My question about the film is, how much of the disorientation that Krista experiences is merely a result of the copious drugs and alcohol that she downs, and when do the other sinister forces come into play (including psychological trauma inflicted by Steve)?  Life can be a lot more frightening when you're looking at it clearly, for what it is.  I know my life is scary like that.  Anyway, two things that I know is that A) I really enjoyed the film, and B) I don't want to use the bathroom sink after Shannon Lark does.  Of course you understand that I am a complete stranger before my own bathroom sink.


Okay, I'm kidding about my hygiene habits.  But if you'd like to partake of a somber indie film with a relevant topic for today, then "Ludlow" is for you!  Afterwards, you can do what I did (fantasize about beating up mean people).   :-)