A very early 90's New Zealand style, which to the rest of the world will seem like a country on the verge of modernity, yet still stuck in a drab 50s-70s period. Neglected housewife, with a passion for washing dishes, discovers through the help of an anonymous tip off that her hubby's doing the naughty. To make matters worse, he's bought a dish washer, removing the need for her to indulge her passion. Throw in the dashing jogger neighbour - the late Kevin Smith - and you end up wiht pure Kiwi surreality.
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