Late one night, a psychedelic, screaming signal begins issuing from the televisions, radios, and phones in an anonymous light-industrial city somewhere in the southern U.S. It looks like the lava lamp on steroids, and it sounds like a geiger counter going crazy. And crazy is exactly what you get if you see or hear the signal for any length of time. Main characters Ben and Mya, a pair of adulterous lovers who are about to run away together, find themselves suddenly surrounded by people who think it's perfectly reasonable to kill their neighbors with wire cutters and spray everybody with insect poison. Directed by three indie filmmakers from Atlanta, the movie is told in three parts that veer from harrowing ultraviolence, to dark satire, to blood-soaked love story. The Signal will creep you out and make you laugh uncomfortably. And if you live in a city, you won't be able to wash the images of urban omni-violence out of your eyes for a long, long time.
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