Two friends on their way to a game of kickball find themselves incessantly pressured to join an incompetent satanic cult.
Two dudes think they found the cure for zombie bites.
Every party has a buzz kill.
A sort-of-narrative film about, as Roland Barthes puts it, face-as-object and, as Plato definitely didn't put it, identity as pharmakon—simultaneously cure and toxin.
A backyard playhouse hides a deadly secret, forcing a dad and his paranormal obsessed neighbor to battle an evil that’s much deadlier, and much smaller, than they ever imagined.
