The New York United Film Festival makes it 36. Someday, when I’m peeing in a bag, and I’ve got IBS like a mother f’r, I’lI proudly reflect on how I rolled the dice and emptied my bank account to make The Beneficiary. Man that IBS truly is a silent killer.
Well, I’ve exceeded my daily allowance of penile references; time to wrap it up. Thanks, New York United. You – you’re good.