A single red light pulses in the gloom. The air is thick with the scent of stale magnetic tape and unspoken dread. In a dark apartment, two private investigators, Ayesha and her partner Larry, discover the aftermath of a disappearance. A television hisses, dust motes dance in its pale light, and on the floor, a stack of unlabeled cassettes waits. This is Tape Forty-Nine, the film's wraparound s...
