Let me tell you about this movie:
I had seen Nina Conti's act a few times and always appreciated her and Monkey. Ventriloquism isn't exactly seen as an art form, but she did a good job inhabiting her puppet.
This sat in my queue for months, since the summer, as something quirky I ought to watch eventually.
Conti's teacher and former lover, Ken Campell, died before she could really let him know how much she still loved him. He willed all his puppets to her (Gertrude Stein, Dog, Owl, Crow, and a puppet of himself) and she decides to pay homage to him by flying to a ventriloquist convention in Kentucky and donating one of his puppets to Vent Haven, a museum of sorts for puppets whose owners have died. Conti works through her grief by talking through them and interviewing other ventriloquists.
It should have have been nearly as heart-wrenching as it was. Once you find out the origins of Monkey, you will get dust in your eyes. When you see a puppet of her finally telling the puppet of Ken exactly how she feels, I defy you not to cry.
It is also streaming on Netflix. Please watch this.