A modern day witch has ninety minutes to satisfy an ancient curse by sacrificing her Tinder date or face a gruesome, painful death. Seems simple enough until her idiot co-workers show up to throw her a surprise birthday party. Now she must find a way to get rid them or face the possibility that everyone must die.
A group of actors putting on a deconstructed version of Shakespeares most violent play slowly become aware they may be more than just performing, they may be living it.
Feeling so lovely, stars crashing all around. Tell me it is true that the little things rule the world! Please tell me this is true?
