As our narrator tells us, a force named Schoof began its rampage of Earth slowly and subtly. First, her wheelchair-bound grandfather endlessly circles the parking lot outside of his mobile home. Next, her mother and father have a senseless fight over whether or not there are cowboys in their vacuum. Brother is bonkers, climbing palm trees in his underwear and tirelessly jumping over Christmas tress. A neighbor believes a humongous hamster is chasing him. Meanwhile, a homeless philosopher mumbles about the apocalypse… or maybe not. In the end, it will take a scientist, a willing test subject, and a group choral to save the galaxy. Mastermind Giuseppe Andrews has made his 23rd homemade feature with SCHOOF, not in Hollywood but in the trailer park in Ventura, California, where he lives. Andrews writes down ideas, grabs his video camera, shoots, edits and makes the soundtrack for each one. His neighbors are also his ensemble—their eyes light up when they get to be in a film. They never watch the finished R-rated results, but they keep doing whatever piques Andrews’ wild fascination. Somehow equally dramatic and funny as they are incredibly surreal and lo-fi—Giuseppe's films are more entertaining than your mind can imaginate.