Andrés Loreti

To escape the leader of a satanic metal band and the father of her unborn child, Lucia moves to a remote cabin with her grandmother. Though safe in her surroundings, she is haunted by his memory and knows he will stop at nothing to track her down.

In 1997, 17-year-old suburban Buenos Aires filmmakers Pablo Parés and Hernan Sáez pooled $450 to co-write/produce/direct and star in a shot-on-VHS zombie epic of such flesh-ripping, gore-spewing greatness that it instantly drew global cult acclaim and redefined the possibilities of extreme DIY horror. Over the next 20 years, Parés, Sáez and their friends would create two increasingly ambitious – and equally brilliant – viscera-soaked sequels (and several short films) that made them “Argentinian George Romeros who’ve built a small empire of gore flicks”

With Cholo Cabrera ill and near death, the family decides to throw a one-time New Year's Eve party. Everyone attends, dances, sings, and fights.