“Keep your pretty head, son, or you’ll lose it.”

Hollywood, the 1940s. A charismatic film director auditions a young actor for a horror film whose lead has died under mysterious circumstances. As he shares tales of exploitation, broken promises, sex, cults, and the fine line between artifice and truth, it transpires there may be a more malevolent eye than that of the camera in the room. But the horrors on screen were never real – were they?

Award-winning theatre-maker Polis Loizou returns to Brighton Fringe with a tale to fill you with dread... and doubt.

★★★★ “A disquieting patchwork of realities.” – The Wee Review