🎬 EXIT STRATEGY — EXTENDED ELEVATOR PITCH

You won't even need the drug - just the movie itself is already a message.

PART ONE – THE CARNAGE, THE HOOK, THE BAIT

“So imagine this: a mid-budget European horror film shot half in Hungary, half gorilla-style in the U.S. It's gritty, raw, hyperreal—some scenes literally filmed during real street protests. The tone? A mix of United 93, The Road, and Funny Games. Bleak, beautiful, terrifying.

The premise seems cliché at first—an anonymous new street drug, 'EXIT', suddenly appears across dozens of American cities. Nobody knows where it came from. No one claims credit. It comes in tiny steel ampoules with black serif lettering.

And then—everything breaks.

What unfolds is a meticulous, unflinching orgy of violence—but not chaos. Not chaos. People don’t lose control. They gain it. They walk into ICE offices and calmly open fire. They detain landlords and livestream confessions. They slit the throats of abusive cops in courtrooms while smiling gently.

No screaming. No panic. No suicide notes. These people look their targets in the eye, say what needs to be said, and die.

Protest footage is woven in, like documentary B-roll: Charlottesville. George Floyd. January 6th. Flint water crisis. Trump at rallies grinning like a dementia-slicked jackal, muttering lines like “they love me” over archival footage of a burning housing block.

You think you’re watching another dystopian carnage reel. One of those doomcore flicks made by well-meaning European nihilists—raw trauma porn for festivals. Grit with a social conscience. One of those.

But then… the film slows. The tone changes.

And everything—everything—clicks into place.”*

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PART TWO – THE REVEAL, THE TWIST, THE NIGHTMARE UNDERNEATH

*“Halfway through, a government agent plays a USB stick.
The footage is low-res, minimal lighting. A masked figure with a deadpan synthetic voice speaks calmly:

‘This is a warning. You have 30 days to reform your systems. Cease all cruelty, stop hunting the poor, the foreign, the broken. Or we release EXIT.’

And the screen goes black.

That was before the killings. Before the suicides. Before the mass disappearances.

The U.S. authorities received the drug in advance. They were told what it did. They were shown the bloodless knife hidden in it. But they dismissed it. They tested it on prisoners. On veterans. On themselves.

They thought it was bluff. They thought no one would ever choose to die on purpose.

They were wrong.

Because EXIT doesn’t make you hallucinate. It doesn’t make you high. It removes one thing only: your attachment to self-preservation. You are no longer afraid. Pain becomes a quaint inconsequential buzz. You lose all sense of moral accountability - but the drug offers you a deep sense of meaning, satisfaction and euphoria at what you end up doing….. although that may not be the effect of the drug.

You see clearly. You act fully. You become untouchable, because you no longer care about surviving the aftermath. And then you probably die. 80% fatality rate. You won’t care. You will smile.

But you get to choose how.

The film never confirms whether the drug is real in our world, but it doesn’t have to. Because halfway through the movie, survivors begin to appear—on camera, in courtrooms—claiming they were dosed against their will. One man on trial for killing a medical industrial executive and looks into the camera and says, ‘I am not legally accountable. I was EXIT.’

And then there’s the actors. That face under the mask—yes, it’s her. That voice—it’s unmistakably him. Several A-listers. Not credited. Not promoted. They appear masked, unglamorous, shot with brutal honesty.

They knew what this movie would do to their careers.
They said yes anyway.

EXIT STRATEGY isn’t a film. It’s the cinematic equivalent of an ultimatum.

It will banned in the US before it premieres. It was blacklisted before the trailer dropped. And yet—everyone will see it, and your Boomer uncle will hate it .”*