Tayo Schaffrath

Exterritorial (2025) throws you straight into a world that’s absolutely bonkers, and honestly, it’s kind of refreshing. The story orbits around Tayo Schaffrath, who isn’t exactly your run-of-the-mill hero. He gets tangled up in a mess that starts with a glitchy border crossing and just spirals from there. We’re talking hidden agendas, shady tech, and this whole vibe of paranoia that feels weirdly familiar, like something ripped from the headlines and cranked up to eleven. So, Tayo’s basically minding his own business, or at least trying to, when he stumbles upon a conspiracy that’s so big, you start questioning who’s actually running the show. Borders? Pfft. They don’t mean much when drones and surveillance are everywhere, and people can erase you with the flick of a switch. The film never really lets you get comfortable, always dangling the next twist just out of reach. You think you know what’s up, but then—bam!—someone you trusted turns out to have their own secrets, and suddenly everyone’s scrambling. What really nails it is how the film messes with ideas of territory and identity. It’s not just about crossing lines on a map; it’s about who gets to decide where you belong. Tayo’s journey is raw, unpredictable, and kind of gutsy. The whole thing feels like a fever dream crossed with a political thriller, and by the end, you’re left wondering if anyone’s really “home” anymore.