John Gulielmetti

Oxy-Morons isn’t your run-of-the-mill crime flick. It blasts through Boston’s gritty underbelly, fueled by the opioid epidemic and the absolute chaos that comes with it. John Gulielmetti steps into the madness, throwing viewers straight into the lives of people clinging to survival—or whatever you call it when you’re hustling pills and dodging cops. The story’s got this raw, almost uncomfortable honesty, dragging you from one bad decision to the next. There’s no Hollywood polish here, just bruised knuckles, back-alley deals, and the ugly side of chasing a high. The film follows a crew of small-time criminals getting in way over their heads. You’ve got betrayals, desperate schemes, and that constant sense someone’s about to get burned—bad. The cops aren’t exactly saints either, so don’t expect any squeaky clean heroes to swoop in. It’s all gray areas, moral ambiguity, and people doing what they gotta do to survive another day. The dialogue’s rough, the pacing’s relentless, and honestly, it doesn’t let up until the credits roll. What sets Oxy-Morons apart is how it doesn’t shy away from showing just how gnarly addiction can get. There’s no sugarcoating; people spiral, relationships implode, and nobody walks away unscathed. It’s a wild, sometimes brutal look at a world most folks would rather ignore—but once you’re in, it’s hard to look away. Gulielmetti’s involvement brings this edge that cuts right through the BS, making it stick with you long after it’s over.