Perfect Life

Synopsis: Jack Parsons grew up in poverty while suffering through childhood at the hands of an abusive, alcoholic father. Jack's brother-like bond with his wealthy neighbor Freddy, and his secret love for Anne the neighborhood beauty, were all that made life tolerable. Now at college, Jack attacks life with a vengeance. Fuelled by narcotics, alcohol, and a "can't lose philosophy", he runs with the popular crowd, pledges the school's most exclusive fraternity, and continues to pine for Anne even though he knows Freddy loves her. The drugs, booze and death defying initiation process cannot stop Jack, but a series of devastating blackouts that force him to question reality stagger Jack like a backhand smack from his old man and threaten to end his perfect life.
Genre: Horror, Thriller
Director(s): Josef Rusnak
Production: Phase 4 Films
98 min

(Saw whirring)

What the f*ck?

What the f*ck happened

over here?


Sorry, Mr. Parsons.

What are you doing, dude?

You haven't paid your bills

in three months.

It's out of my hands.

You don't have to do

jack shit!

Come on,

just give me another break!

I'm just doing my job, man.

You are just another

fucking asshole!

Have a nice day.

Fucking shit!

It's one thing I hate,

is warm beer.

Hey, listen, maybe I can give

a little donation

to the Electrical

Worker's Ball.

Just pay your bill, sir.

Fucking dickhead!

What's wrong, Dad?

They shut the power off again!

Just go and get

some power, boy!

What do you think?

Four thousand

nine hundred square feet.

Seven bedrooms,

four and a half bathrooms.

Hardwood floor, Italian marble,

Jacuzzi, tennis courts.

I think

I'm going to like it here.

Do you play tennis?

Are you alone?

Where are your parents?

Beverley Hills,

Rome, London.

Who knows?

Lucky bastard.

What are you doing?

Redistributing the wealth.

Well, I call it stealing.

You do not need to worry about

what I'm doing.

You need to learn

to mind your own business.

But it is my business.

You can't just

walk onto a person's property

and expect them to--

Look, kid,

be a good neighbour,

or I'll kick

your fucking ass!



Coming, Dad!



Jesus! F*ck!



Pull the f*ck over,


I have had enough!

I want out!


Can't lose, can't lose.

Can I get a little

"Amen" on that?

Look at the fucking road!

It's a self-fulfilling


No, it's not!

It's a fucking death wish!

And I'm not planning to die!

Would you please turn on

the fucking lights?

Jack, will you please, please

put on the fucking lights?

I'm driving

by sound here, man!


How drunk are you?


It is an old bootlegger's trick.

I know this road like the

back of my fucking hand, okay?

Fucking left or right?

Put your hands

on the fucking wheel!

Right, right, right!

It's a left!

Put on the lights, Jack!


Jesus Christ!


The train

is in the station!

Choo fucking choo!


Hey! I hope we didn't

keep you up, man.

Oh, no, no, no.

I slept like

I was in the womb.


Jack, those are mine.

These are my shoes,


Oh, Vera, if I put

anything else up my nose,

I'm going to end up like

that chick from Fleetwood Mac.

Anne said

you're pledging Veritas.


It's a secret.

She said you told her.

Kings of funny hats.

Same bullshit, different

secret handshake, silly clubs.

No, no, no.

Mickey Mouse has the silly club.

These are key men.

Where are you going

so early, man?

I wanna see Anne

before class.


Yes, class.

Save the wisecracks

for Bristor.

Give Professor Bristor

our best.

That's my towel.

Treats for my peeps.

You do it yet?

Veritas isn't just

some fraternity.

These guys

end up ruling the world.

Presidents, senators, lords!


Look, I'm going to go

look for Anne.

Mark, pump him so full of drugs

that he does exactly what I ask.


If Jack gets in to

these trust fund pricks.

I can finish off

a shitload more of my stuff.

Too early to process

your bullshit.

Class. Class.


I know why they chose

Donald Hallford.

He symbolizes everything

that is wrong

with the United States

of America.

You have any thoughts on how we

are going to move this fucker?

He probably weighs a ton.

Got steroids?


No, I got some homemade acid

that will make you feel

like Superman.

There is a 40 percent chance

you might have an aneurysm.


No, f*ck class!

I can teach you

everything you need to know!

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