Dark the Halls

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 0.93); color: rgba(64 66 66 0.96)>Bramwell Finch once the toast of 1930s Hollywood is now a desperate man. His empire of lights-camera-action and the glittering nights of champagne toasts and Laurel Awards slip further from reach. But on Christmas Eve an invitation arrives summoning him to a forgotten corner of his own studio lot and to a screening room that should not exist.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 0.93); color: rgba(64 66 66 0.96)>What unfolds there is a nightmare.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 0.93); color: rgba(64 66 66 0.96)>Reels spin by unseen hands but they do not flicker out old Hollywood glamor. The departed have waited in the wings far too long. And here in this spectral late-night feature Finch finds himself imprisoned in a nightmare of his own making. Blood. Betrayals. Dark secrets he thought safe in shadow. Every one of them a sin upon which he built his celluloid kingdom.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 0.93); color: rgba(64 66 66 0.96)>The house is full tonight. And every tormented soul demands the price of admission.</span></p>