The Harvest

Only the hunt for justice could align such a pair: Rain, woman of faith and grieving mother, and Face, Chi-town's charismatic kingpin. They take you barreling down the rabbit-hole conspiracy behind the murder of Rain’s son - take you weaving through skyscrapers on a motorcycle chase, to hiding out wounded at a dead woman’s house, and to a high-society masquerade ball where the air is seasoned with cocaine where Rain is stewing under the veil of a bone-textured vendetta mask, her purse-hand clutching a box-cutter; vengeance's naked throat in arm’s reach. The Harvest is a bonfire for the spirit, set in the climate of Black Lives Matter. Race and class are stripped bare as Rain tries confiscating the justice society withholds. The murder conspiracy is but one matter begging to be demystified; the other is love, struggling up from its grave of tragedy and despair, confused by the feeling of its hair blowing in the wind. This rendering of love is as enigmatic and surreal as the unraveling conspiracy.