Sorry, We're Dead

The ennui of a filmmaker, trapped between aspiration and reality, frames Lana Jing’s quirky, sarcastic, and cinematic-joke filled quarter-life crisis. At her lecture hall job, where aging white men wax self-involvedly, she accidentally frames her friend and co-worker when she destroys the only copy of an aging tech-bro’s high-profile lecture. She is forced to navigate stop motion animation, an alcoholic roommate, and terrible bridge traffic to sort out a way forward to her destiny… kinda.