Drag

A simple home invasion. An isolated house. Two amateur burglars. What could possibly go wrong?

Quite a lot, as it turns out.

Estranged sisters Lizzy Caplan and Lucy DeVito have what should be a straightforward plan: break into a secluded house in rural upstate New York, grab whatever’s worth stealing and get the hell out before the owner comes home. Then one of them throws out her back upstairs and suddenly their quick robbery becomes an increasingly desperate exercise in pain management, sibling resentment and figuring out how the fuck you get an immobilised person back down a flight of stairs.

And that’s before they discover why this particular house is so isolated.

Written and directed by Raviv Ullman and Greg Yagolnitzer in their feature debut, DRAG takes an elegantly simple premise and keeps tightening the screws, sending its bickering sisters down an increasingly dark, violent and unpredictable rabbit hole. Caplan and DeVito make a magnificently dysfunctional pairing, joined by Christine Ko and a spectacularly against-type John Stamos, who spends an appreciable amount of the film dancing around in his underwear – and occasionally even less.

If that wasn’t enough family involvement already, DRAG is a full-blown DeVito family affair, produced by Lucy alongside brother Jake and dad Danny DeVito through their Jersey Films 2nd Avenue. Apparently Danny’s producing duties also extended to personally convincing Stamos to get his arse out for the movie.