We follow Kurt's micro budget ethos as an indie film-producer in an indie film, spinning his life to imitate art as his day is invaded by an unfulfilled wife, an obsessed writer, a drug dealing investor and an internet porn king, by way of texts, video calls, phone calls and emails. Fuelled by success, cocaine, alcohol and sex and something diabolical in a bag, Kurt is pushed further and further out of reality and into despair as he hurtles towards his big 6pm video call with Hollywood executives but not before his business deals, his life, his loves and his infidelities ludicrously unravel. A story that is firmly set in the very real world of theatrical indie filmmaking but is gradually nudged out of reality by Timothy's script "Untitled" which seems to spiral Kurt's day out of control, becoming a tale that somehow could only exist in the very movies Kurt makes. An homage to the film noir thriller, shot in slick and glorious black and white, less indie and more akin to celluloid classics of old, Ingmar Bergman's Persona, Hitchcock's Psycho and even the low-budget noir-horror classic, Night Of The Living Dead which will give another nod to filmmaking, butting up against the very technology that twists and turns Kurt's life.