A New York French Futurist performance artist faces pressure from his East-Village theater manager to increase ticket sales. Inspired, he purchases a black market handgun and begins looking for his audience; committing a series of armed robberies to steal empty boxes from eccentrics living in the Village. The NYPD investigating detective struggles to find reason or motive, deducing this ritualistic purification of the odd must be work of jihadists. When the detective yaws to yearnings for an agoraphobic shut-in robbery victim beauty, he unknowingly sets the stage for a Futurist swansong performance. This picture transposes Italian Futurism into the downtown New York performance scene today, making it both a Futurist comedy and an unvarnished document from the Lower East Side.
—Anonymous