Suneal Patel

So “1134” drops you right in the middle of chaos. It’s the kind of film where you blink and suddenly everyone’s looking over their shoulder, waiting for something to explode—sometimes literally. Suneal Patel, the guy behind all this madness, isn’t shy about pushing boundaries. The story’s got this gritty, urban pulse, following a handful of characters who are all tangled up in their own messes. There’s this cryptic number—1134—that keeps popping up, painted on walls, whispered in shadowy corners, showing up on mysterious phone calls at 3 a.m. You start to realize it isn’t just a number; it’s a warning, or maybe a countdown, or a code that could blow everything wide open. The main crew? Not exactly heroes. You’ve got a washed-up cop who drinks too much, a hacker with more enemies than friends, and a runaway who’s seen way too much for her age. They crash into each other’s lives in this frantic race to figure out what 1134 really means before someone gets killed or disappears for good. The city’s just as much a character here—neon lights, rain-soaked streets, and the kind of secrets that make your skin crawl. Things spiral, fast. Everyone’s got dirt under their nails, and trust is a currency that nobody can afford to spend. By the time you hit the final act, you’re questioning everything you thought you knew. 1134 isn’t just a backdrop; it’s the fuse. And once it’s lit, there’s no going back.