Derasmo’s Vision Turns Grief into Gore and Laughter

Love is messy. But what happens when the first date after heartbreak comes armed with a box cutter and a smile that cuts just as deep? In Gregory Derasmo’s Love and the All Night Horror Show, grief doesn’t knock at the door but it sits down, orders wine, and flirts with danger.

What begins as a familiar tale of a man reentering the dating pool quickly mutates into a crimson-soaked pas de deux between tenderness and terror. Roger, still bruised by loss, stumbles into Abe’s orbit a charming, unhinged stranger who has a… let’s say unorthodox plan for healing. Their chemistry burns slow, equal parts sweet and sadistic, until it explodes into a blood-drenched crescendo.

Derasmo understands the alchemy of horror: how pain can be sharpened into a joke, how heartbreak and humor can share the same bed. His script is clean and quick, his pacing tight, and the performances are so grounded you almost forget you’re watching a story soaked in gore. The film carries the emotional weight of grief with the gleeful chaos of a midnight slasher marathon.

The cinematography may run a little pale, and the framing occasionally plays it safe moments that beg for more teeth. But what it lacks in visual bite, it makes up for in pulse and performance. Indie through and through, it’s the kind of film that doesn’t need a polished veneer to charm you; it seduces you with its messy honesty and wicked humor.

This is a love story with a blade pressed softly against its own jugular. A date night that turns into a nightmare. And, in its own twisted way, a reminder that healing doesn’t always come wrapped in flowers sometimes it comes with fake blood, a killer wink, and a perfect punchline.