Kimre Viviers

A talented American musician finds himself entangled in a chaotic film project led by a relentless Kiwi director determined to complete his disasterpiece at all costs.

Francesca has always attracted weirdos. When one of her stalkers is found dead, she looks for comfort from her best friend, Maxi. Meanwhile, Maxi’s grandfather, Jack, a disgraced Rabbi, comes across a reclining chair containing a Dybbuk inside. Jack and his voodoo sorceress partner try to find out where the recliner has been delivered while exploring Jack’s newfound gift for communicating with the other world. Meanwhile, the reclining chair becomes obsessed with Francesca and begins to commit crimes of passion.

In the sweltering heat of a indie film set, Molly, a dedicated young actress, endures a relentless barrage of misogynistic slights from her domineering director co-stars and ex love interest. As subtle condescension—dismissive comments, unwanted touches, and endless “adjustments” to her performance—escalates, the grueling shoot drags on take after take. The air grows thicker, bodies slick. Pushed to her absolute limit, Molly snaps. In a raw, explosive outburst, she unleashes the feral rage she’s bottled up for too long—shattering the facade of polite tolerance that women are expected to maintain. Chaos erupts on set, but in the aftermath, Molly stands unapologetic, reclaiming her power and proving a searing truth: a woman’s fury doesn’t diminish her humanity—it affirms it. This unflinching drama exposes the toxic underbelly of an industry built on silencing women, delivering a cathartic reckoning that lingers long after the credits roll.

An aspiring actress has an audition at a prestigious downtown theatre, but underestimates the sacrifice she needs to make to get the role.

After Detective David King's wife is inexplicably murdered in his own home, psychic medium Grace Lee gets caught-up in the aftermath. With no signs of a break-in, the evidence seemingly points to one man. Alliances are formed, enemies are made, and everything they believed they understood about their world is destroyed.

In the sweltering heat of a indie film set, Molly, a dedicated young actress, endures a relentless barrage of misogynistic slights from her domineering director co-stars and ex love interest. As subtle condescension—dismissive comments, unwanted touches, and endless “adjustments” to her performance—escalates, the grueling shoot drags on take after take. The air grows thicker, bodies slick. Pushed to her absolute limit, Molly snaps. In a raw, explosive outburst, she unleashes the feral rage she’s bottled up for too long—shattering the facade of polite tolerance that women are expected to maintain. Chaos erupts on set, but in the aftermath, Molly stands unapologetic, reclaiming her power and proving a searing truth: a woman’s fury doesn’t diminish her humanity—it affirms it. This unflinching drama exposes the toxic underbelly of an industry built on silencing women, delivering a cathartic reckoning that lingers long after the credits roll.

In the sweltering heat of a indie film set, Molly, a dedicated young actress, endures a relentless barrage of misogynistic slights from her domineering director co-stars and ex love interest. As subtle condescension—dismissive comments, unwanted touches, and endless “adjustments” to her performance—escalates, the grueling shoot drags on take after take. The air grows thicker, bodies slick. Pushed to her absolute limit, Molly snaps. In a raw, explosive outburst, she unleashes the feral rage she’s bottled up for too long—shattering the facade of polite tolerance that women are expected to maintain. Chaos erupts on set, but in the aftermath, Molly stands unapologetic, reclaiming her power and proving a searing truth: a woman’s fury doesn’t diminish her humanity—it affirms it. This unflinching drama exposes the toxic underbelly of an industry built on silencing women, delivering a cathartic reckoning that lingers long after the credits roll.