'prey' - MiamisFF Review
The story of the loss of innocence of the young prey who has been maimed by the predator. *Trigger Warning, sexual abuse and assault is discussed in this short film.

Monica is encouraged by her friend to start a crowdsource fund to pay for her daughter's hospital bills. But as a seemingly attractive and generous man, Noah, donates more and more money, she begins to question his motives.
The story of the loss of innocence of the young prey who has been maimed by the predator. *Trigger Warning, sexual abuse and assault is discussed in this short film.
“Jumanji - a game for those who seek to find, a way to leave their world behind...” A nostalgic classic that remains unnerving, "Jumanji" draws audiences into a chilling adventure.
The Bluff unravels its mystery slowly, opening on the capture of a ship captain named Bodden (Ismael Cruz Córdova) and the swift execution of his entire crew. Then, viewers are treated to a tranquil British settlement in the Cayman Islands in the 1850s, where a mother bakes a coconut birthday cake for her son in a house suspiciously rigged with makeshift tripwires and burglar alarms. As it turns out, that mother is Priyanka Chopra’s quick witted and resourceful ex-pirate Mrs. Ercell Bodden, and her husband’s captors are on the way to the island to hunt her down for abandoning them and stealing their loot. The pirates of the Libertas land on the beaches of Cayman Brac, and the scenes that follow show a Viking-esque slaughter of half the island.
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What happens to an inseparable bond when love for competing morphs into competing for love?