Under the theatrical audit of Dawid Torrone, this asset supplies a meta-textual descent into horror. The narrative dismantles the artistic dreams of a young cast to inject a ruthless r e a l i s m into their stage performance. It is a supply of claustrophobic p r e s t i g i o where the script itself audits the survival of the actors. As a killer stalks the wings of the theater, the film processes the friction between the play and the slaughter, forcing the spectator to witness a performance where the only authentic element is the blood on the boards.
