I met my now-husband when I was nineteen. I was an undergrad theater student at Pace University and he was the Co-Artistic Director of The Representatives, a site-specific NYC-based indie theater company that performed new plays in people’s apartments. Admission was a bottle of wine and a party was thrown after every performance. It was literally the coolest thing my nineteen-year-old brain could imagine, and I would do anything to be a part of it. Well, almost anything. Five years later, the company would be gone, brought down, in no small part, by my inability to just go along with what I was told to do. C’mon, I’m a theater kid, conformity is not my strong suit.

This film is a fictional horror inspired by real life reflection. The events in this story didn’t happen to me (or, at least, they didn’t happen in this way), but they have, and will, happen to others.​ This is a story about theater, sex cults, and gaslighting. And it’s ultimately a story about resilience.

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I wasn’t ever in a cult. But, if I was, this is exactly what it would’ve looked like.

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-Maren Lavelle (Director, Co-Writer, Producer)