You enter the gray, unmarked industrial building in Los Angeles’ Arts District. A dark library full of diagrams, beakers and books leads into a gothic tavern where cinephiles and monochromatically dressed hipsters are sipping pre-show cocktails.
At the appointed hour, you’re led down a hallway to a dim theater. The opening song begins, explaining that this story takes place in a dystopia where any kind of emotion is fatally forbidden. When a recluse named Woolf finds himself falling in love for the first time, he attempts to — save the world by writing a song.
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