A dark comedy about blood, brotherhood, and the stains you can’t scrub out.

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From the warped imaginations of Francisco Breton and Kenneth Trujillo comes a story steeped in sarcasm, doused in chemicals, and laced with divine judgment.

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The Marleys isn’t slick. It’s stripped to the bone—a darkly funny character piece drenched in urban grime and spiritual decay.

 

With the bite of In Bruges, the spiritual suffocation of First Reformed, and the cosmic absurdity of A Serious Man, it carves out its own haunting space.

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Now entering the festival circuit.