Dogs of War!

In a deliriously inventive tableau, the ragtag troupe known as the gang orchestrates a chaotic campaign, weaponising wilted carrots, bruised turnips, and other forgotten garden refuse as makeshift artillery. Their anarchic siege crescendos as they infiltrate a bustling studio lot, where a nascent film is in the throes of production. With reckless glee, they sabotage the celluloid by double‑exposing the reel, turning a hopeful narrative into a kaleidoscopic nightmare of overlapping frames. The resulting spectacle is less a narrative disaster than a commentary on the fragility of cinematic illusion, a visual cacophony that blurs the line between creation and destruction. Through this absurdist lens, the film interrogates the power dynamics of art, the subversive potential of the marginalized, and the absurdity inherent in the very act of storytelling.