After a long day of ducking his responsibilities at work and dodging calls/texts from friends and family, scatterbrained stoner slacker Greg returns to his LA apartment with one thing on his mind:

Blocking out all the noise in his noggin by getting absolutely blitzed in his living room, just like he does every other night.

However, in Greg's mad dash to calm the chaos in his head, he mistakenly downs an entire 200 MG weed drink that he thought was only 20 MG due to an ill-placed label on the can.

As Greg's head continues to soar into the clouds, he eventually realizes he's misplaced his TV remote and begins a desperate search for it around his apartment. Throughout his search, Greg is visited by projections of his mind in the form of people his degenerate stoner ass has let down over the years.

Director's Statement (André J Roy)

This story is oddly kismet for me. Yes, I didn’t write it, but it found me at the perfect time. 

Small Picture. Beginning of 2024, I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Escapism was the only tool I knew how to manage my mental health. So when I tore my ACL a year ago, it left me worse for wear. I was forced into isolation for recovery. My mental health plummeted, ravaging me into escapism to cope. Three months in, there was a morning I was slipping in and out of reality enough to try to distance myself from auto-piloting into my mechanisms. I tried, but by noon I found myself in my bed, high, watching a mindless TV show, and a glass of whiskey in hand. This was my wake up call, when I realized escapism isn’t only destroying my shot at a career but my shot at a life at all. 

This script shows a strong reflection of my own mental health. First, the isolation and desolation of environment. Second, the hallucinations on weed are more prone in people who deal with mental illness. And third, laziness is a symptom, not a character trait. More often than not, laziness is a psychological issue that's not being shown at the root; internal retaliation, nervous system shutdown, etc. This was a symptom for me, for things outside of my control, so I controlled the only thing I could at the time. 

Big Picture. We have become consumers. Our main contribution to our economy isn’t the work we do but the money we spend. Companies reward our inaction. Our dependence. Our “laziness”. The more we sit on the couch and consume, the more money goes back into their pockets. Their product is what makes us turn off, overloads our nervous systems and causes us to freeze. We search for help, and then we become a product for a different market. You feel like shit so you escape through shit, and the cycle continues. There's a planned cycle to get you to stay in their loop for as long as they can. It is more profitable for them if we continue to consume, to isolate, to compound on the problems that they can slap a band-aid on it and send you back tumbling into the loop of over consumption and escapism.

With “Where TF is the Remote?” the forward theme is escapism. However, the solution isn’t production or trying harder, but rather to invest back into yourself and the people around you. The opposite of escapism isn’t production, its connection.