Police are knocking. The toilet is backing up. And two women are about to learn how far they’re willing to go to stay “good.”
On the night of a carefully curated anniversary dinner, control-obsessed Ines discovers that disaster doesn’t knock politely — it seeps, it spreads, it refuses to stay hidden. As her roommate scrambles to erase one incriminating mistake, Ines is forced to confront something she’s buried even deeper. What unfolds inside their New York apartment is not just chaos — it’s exposure.
DIRT DOWN is a dark comedy about the violence of self-preservation. About class anxiety dressed up as morality. About the exhausting labor of appearing ethical while quietly protecting your own survival.
Confined to a single space and escalating in real time, the film turns domestic order into a pressure cooker — where every attempt to clean up the mess only reveals who these women really are.
In a culture obsessed with optics, DIRT DOWN asks:
When everything is about perception, what are you willing to flush to protect yours?