Jamie Robertson

When his ex-con brother, Chris, enlists his help on a break-in, Duncan Fitzpatrick doesn’t know what to do. He’d agreed to run away with his brother, but only under the belief that he had turned over a new leaf. Now stuck, waiting in the car for his brother’s return, Duncan grows restless as his brother breaks into a mysterious suburban home. There’s only one problem with Chris’s plan; someone else is in the house. As the hour grows late, Duncan enters the house, only to discover how truly lost his brother has become.

Art-house cinema is dying. Many Independent theatres sit vacant as would-be patrons amble past extinguished marquees. At night, they come to life. The lights, the popcorn, the magic of the cinema. But in the age of "home streaming", is this experience enough? Only you, the viewer, can decide.

When his ex-con brother, Chris, enlists his help on a break-in, Duncan Fitzpatrick doesn’t know what to do. He’d agreed to run away with his brother, but only under the belief that he had turned over a new leaf. Now stuck, waiting in the car for his brother’s return, Duncan grows restless as his brother breaks into a mysterious suburban home. There’s only one problem with Chris’s plan; someone else is in the house. As the hour grows late, Duncan enters the house, only to discover how truly lost his brother has become.

Art-house cinema is dying. Many Independent theatres sit vacant as would-be patrons amble past extinguished marquees. At night, they come to life. The lights, the popcorn, the magic of the cinema. But in the age of "home streaming", is this experience enough? Only you, the viewer, can decide.

Art-house cinema is dying. Many Independent theatres sit vacant as would-be patrons amble past extinguished marquees. At night, they come to life. The lights, the popcorn, the magic of the cinema. But in the age of "home streaming", is this experience enough? Only you, the viewer, can decide.