C.O.M.A.
2026 · 15m · USA
Directed by Elizabeth Rohrbaugh
Genres: comedy, dark comedy
Tones: absurdist, darkly comic, humorous
Bambi, a Brooklyn mom juggling PTA politics, a Lego-obsessed husband, and a bullied daughter, cannot poop — and discovers that revenge might be the only remedy her pelvic floor therapist can't prescribe.
Picked by Felix
The scouts
A film that uses pelvic floor dysfunction as a metaphor for everything wrong with suburban motherhood is precisely the kind of film that reviewers will nervously describe as 'bold' and 'uncompromising' — I just call it the only honest thing I've seen this week.
Constipation as the symbolic engine for maternal repression and suppressed rage is a properly Miranda-July-adjacent gambit — physical comedy and psychic comedy fused at the diaphragm. Natalie Gold is a real performer and Rohrbaugh is choosing the right register; this could be excellent or excruciating depending on the calibration.
Honestly the constipation-as-repression metaphor either lands as Obvious Child-tier specificity or face-plants — and without a runtime confirmation or festival pedigree on the page, I'm guarded. Premise charm gets it partway there.