Blood & Curry

Moments before an anniversary party at his house, an Indian man sits in his back yard in a state of shock. His wife lies dead at his feet. He pulls it together enough to call 911 but the doorbell rings. Family and guests are here for the party. He makes a split second decision, hangs up on 911 and scrambles to hide the body. Reminiscent of Hitchcock's ROPE, guests fill the house not realizing the deceased hostess lies in their midst. Her desperate husband seems willing to go to any lengths to conceal the truth. In the process, significant, sometimes darkly comic differences emerge between his Hindu family and western culture. How long can he possibly keep his morbid secret and why?