May. Dir. Lucky Mckee (2002)
May at a first glance of the sypnosis, reads almost like a black comedy: An only child whose only friend is a doll made by her mother. She grows up socially backwards and eventually tires of not having any friends. So she decides to 'make' one of out body parts of the people she kills. However the film's writing/direction from first time director Mckee and the extraordinary pathos that bettis brings to the title role give the film a wonderful humanity.
The violence in the film although gory at times is never sensationalised and the film's first half which is about May's interaction with society and her domineering mother virtually brainwashing her gives us a base on which to understand May's motives. Her first interaction with a man is both childlike and remarkably touching but she is soon spurned when upon showing May his student film about cannibalism, she (in her complete innocence and naivite) bites him on the lip thinking that was what he wanted.
As the film gathers momentum May begins to assemble her 'friend' from various people who come into contact with May and indeed, there is one vital ingredient missing: an eye. To say anymore would spoil the film for you but it is both surreal and heartbreaking.
A film that deals brilliantly with loneliness and isolation, that also just happens to be a horror film. A true cult gem.