A Hilarious Culinary Catastrophe: “Buffet Infinity” Takes the Spotlight
In a plot twist audibly echoed by the unmistakable sound of a cash register, the horror-comedy hybrid, “Buffet Infinity,” has snagged distribution rights ahead of its debut at the illustrious Fantasia festival. Forget popcorn; you might need a side of existential dread with this one.
Directed by Simon Glassman, who has clearly been marinating in a mixed-genre broth, this cinematic dish features a stellar cast: Kevin Singh, Claire Theobald, and Donovan Workun. All star in a tale where dinner and doom collide in the fictional Westridge County. Just imagine a reality where your meal comes with a side of horror—because the last time you tried to order a burger could quite literally lead to your demise.
Now, what do you get when you cross a low-budget horror flick with an ensemble of quirky TV commercials? According to the official synopsis, it’s a culinary showdown that resembles a twisted version of “Sctv,” which anyone over the age of 30 might remember fondly—if they still possess their sanity, that is. In this not-so-delicious tale, we have two restaurants locked in a bizarre battle, powered by commercials for everything from insurance to dubious used car sales.
But wait, there’s more! The narrative is layered like a bad wedding cake, featuring a creeping sinkhole, a cult that probably doesn’t have Yelp reviews, and a restaurant that evolves into something sentient—sort of like your leftovers if you leave them in the fridge for too long. It’s a cautionary tale for those thinking about double-dipping at that salad bar.
“I’ve been brewing this concept since the mid-‘90s,” Glassman said, as he undoubtedly reminisced about that era when television was a hilarious mix of insipid commercials and even more insipid content. Who knew that torturous marketing could end up spawning a film that throws logic out the window faster than you can say “free refill”? If only the same could be said for that three-day-old lasagna!
Unlike your average rom-com, where the only thing that expands is the leading lady’s waistline, in “Buffet Infinity,” the stakes are sinister and satiating in equal measure. It’s a ride through a nightmare of consumerism that serves not just as entertainment, but as a biting commentary on our insatiable appetites—for food and for more screen time.
If you’re searching for belly laughs laced with a side of uncanny horror, prepare your taste buds and your nerves. “Buffet Infinity” is poised to serve a platter of chaos and cleverness that’s sure to be more memorable than your most traumatic dining experience. Just remember: sweet deals at sketchy restaurants come with their own set of consequences—preferably not the ones that involve man-eating sentient spaghetti.
