Kyle Irion

Two friends on their way to a game of kickball find themselves incessantly pressured to join an incompetent satanic cult.

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.

Two dudes think they found the cure for zombie bites.