New York City is a concrete jungle where the neon lights don’t reach the shadows and the shadows have teeth. Something is stalking the midnight streets, leaving a trail of shredded suits and empty veins behind. The NYPD is baffled, the morgues are overflowing, and the local news is calling it a massacre.

The victims? All are looking for a little company. Want to party?

In this world, we have Jeffrey (Jack Dillon), a nobody in a city of millions. He’s a sad sack with a dead-end job and a heart full of dusty dreams who has gone incel to the point that he spends money on lovemaking instead of dating. But then he falls in love with Pandora (Melissa Bacelar), a sex worker who finally does pay attention to him, at least when she isn’t luring other men to their deaths, seemingly lulling them into unconsciousness while she chomps big bites right out of their skin. 

Also known as Skinned Alive, this was directed by James Adam Tucker and written by Joshua Nelson. This is an interesting take not just on relationships, but on women, as we wonder whether Pandora is a vampire, a cannibal, a zombie, or just a normal person with a taste for earth pig.

Jeffrey represents a specific brand of modern isolation. He isn’t just lonely; he’s hollow. By bypassing the work of dating for the transaction of sex, he’s already treating human connection as a commodity. Pandora is his perfect mirror. She takes people’s consumption literally. While Jeffrey wants to consume her time and body for emotional validation, she wants to consume his literal vitality.

You can watch this on Tubi.