At the center of this video, one of Chicagoan James Fotopoulos's strongest works, is a cult founded by a man who says he's obeying instructions from a forest apparition. The sparse narrative follows the usual cult arc—the leader requires obedience, the followers perform revolting tasks (most, thankfully, offscreen), and two plan an escape. But this is less realistic storytelling than contemplative satire—the leader wears a hokey beard and crown, and the actors speak like automatons. In a prologue the leader writhes nude, almost epileptic, alongside a woman, suggesting Fotopoulos's key theme: our bodies, and existence itself, are the real traps. 60 min.