A 45-minute fever dream where desire eats you alive—literally.
A lost, sexually confused boy becomes increasingly obsessed with an hedonistic video artist and her group of oversexed, violent, cannibalistic followers and longs to be a part of their decadent world.
Direction
Burgess crams a feature's worth of atmosphere into 45 minutes.
Costume
The cult's aesthetic: thrift store decadence that actually haunts.
Director
Matt Burgess
Trivia, insights & behind the scenes
Made for roughly the cost of a used car, this micro-budget queer horror predates mainstream 'elevated horror' discourse by years.
The 45-minute runtime was reportedly a festival submission strategy that accidentally became the film's strength—no fat, just fever.
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