My riveting ride takes place in a New York City from a not too distant future that could be tomorrow; it is a dark place, that suffered another horrendous terrorist attack on 3/15, and is under a strict lock-down. People are encouraged to walk about the city in groups in order to single out potential wrong-doers.
It is a place where undertaking a documentary on subliminal messaging that implicates Disney and the Tea Party in heinous acts against the unsuspecting American public is a very dangerous endeavor. And this is especially the case when the two filming it are just NYU film students trying to prove themselves . . . but they do not realize the cost . . .