A dysfunctional family awake on Christmas morning to discover they’re sealed inside their house by a mysterious black substance. On television, a single line of text reads: “Stay Indoors and Await Further Instructions.”
A single situation story that explores the horrors of family, conformity and our relationship with technology; go in fresh and enjoy the journey of Await Further Instructions.
Gavin Williams' script has managed to pre-empt so much of the division and bias that we see in today's society and skilfully focuses it back on the root problem: hereditary abuse and toxic masculinity.
All at once tense family drama, Cronenbergian horror, social satire and sci-fi reimagining of the Nativity, Await Further Instructions shows how difficult it is to escape the domineering, malevolent influence of the media.
There's bleak realism behind the comedy, Cruttenden's twitchy performance suggesting that power games in this household are nothing new. The final scenes, anarchic and glorious, will not easily be forgotten.
[The] unraveling nightmare is a visceral, pertinent examination of the human condition as rules of order and decency break down and a chilling, mysterious new reality takes over.
Toxic patriarchy and all-access paranoia flourish in "Await Further Instructions," Johnny Kevorkian's genuinely upsetting, supremely British horror-sci-fi hybrid.
