SHARE?
Disturbing, funny, and undeniably thrilling, SHARE? is an intriguing human experiment. The premise is slick, a mix of social commentary, the dystopian role of influencer culture, and the disease of instant gratification. The film opens with a man (Melvin Gregg), dubbed #14, in an empty room wearing nothing but a pair of underwear. Once he hears the ping of a rudimentary computer interface, SHARE? unfolds like gangbusters.
Bradley Whitford is a veteran “participant” craving interaction. Each man gains knowledge from the other’s vastly different strategies for survival. Gregg discovers rewards flow when he either embarrasses or hurts himself. As one coaches the other, a mutually beneficial relationship develops. Alice Braga enters the scene as a woman on a mission, determined to find a way out. Her fiery passion counters Whitford’s stubbornness and Gregg’s growing popularity. When best intentions backfire, and another very influential participant butt heads with her, the consequences prove unthinkable.
The performances are magnificent. Whitford’s energy is manic. It is like hypnotic live theatre. Alice Braga brings her usual fierceness, rattling the day-to-day flow of events. Melvin Gregg is a one-man show that gets better and better by the minute. His flawed vulnerability pulls you into this mesmerizing plot. He is magnificent.
The first feature film to be shot entirely from one fixed camera angle, SHARE? is a wonder. The structure demands your undivided attention, as each captive, like Pavlov’s Dog, learns and responds to obtain food, water, clothing, nonessentials, and social interaction. Desperation, cancel culture, isolation, and voyeurism drive SHARE? headlong like a freight train and with a finale so fitting it’s breathtaking. You’ll scream at the screen.
ARRIVING IN SELECT THEATERS & ON DIGITAL AND VOD
NOVEMBER 10, 2023
SHARE?
Directed by: Ira Rosensweig
Screenplay by: Benjamin Sutor
Story by: Ira Rosensweig & Benjamin Sutor
Producers: Carissa Buffel, Kevin Matusow, Ira Rosensweig
Country of Origin: USA
Language: English
Genre: Sci-fi Mystery
Distributor: XYZ Films
Cast: Melvin Gregg (The Way Back, The Blackening), Bradley Whitford (Get Out, The Handmaid’s Tale), Alice Braga (The Suicide Squad, Hypnotic),
Danielle Campbell (Tell Me a Story)
OPENING IN SELECT THEATERS ON NOVEMBER 10th
AND NATIONWIDE ON DIGITAL / VOD
NYC: Alamo Drafthouse, Lower Manhattan, November 6th (one night only)
Philadelphia: PFS Bourse Theater – November 7th (one night only)
Chicago: Alamo Drafthouse, November 8th (one night only)
Austin: Alamo Drafthouse, November 9th (one night only)
San Francisco: Alamo Drafthouse, November 10th
Los Angeles: Arena Cinelounge November 10th (full week run)
Los Angeles: Alamo Drafthouse DTLA, November 11th
Richmond, VA: BTM Movieland at Boulevard Sq, Richmond, VA, November 10th
Columbia, SC: BTM Dutch Square Cinema 14, Columbia, SC, November 10th
Oaks, PA: Oaks Center Cinema, November 10th
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