Eddie: The Sleepwalking Cannibal

A wry, grimy little horror-comedy that blurs creative desperation with real menace, leaving a queasy smirk.

A short, nasty blast of campy horror-comedy that plays like a gleeful, blood-spattered in-joke about theatrical obsession.

A bleakly funny and unsettling plunge into obsession and mortality, mixing body horror with deadpan comedy.

A short, odd, talky curiosity that mixes deadpan comedy with a creeping unease around a corpse in a living room.

A scrappy, self-aware meta-joke that keeps folding back on itself, amusing in its chaos but testing your patience as it unravels.

A short, silly romp through a fancy night out that curdles into chaotic, campy disaster.

A silly, gross-out short that plays its absurd premise straight, delivering goofy laughs and a queasy payoff in seven quick minutes.

A tense, playful single-take that blurs the line between writers' banter and the slasher they're inventing.

A short, sharp, uncomfortable little satire that makes you squirm and smirk as it blurs grief with performance.

A scattershot parade of grotesque, funny animated shorts stitched together by goofy hosts, uneven but gleefully weird.

A wry, offbeat comedy of manners where suburban boredom curdles into absurd menace, keeping you amused and slightly on edge.

A short, unsettling spiral into obsession where dark comedy and creeping dread collide, leaving a lingering sense of unease.