Downloads/deconstruct_your_fortunes_trailer.mp4
The trailer opens with a low, orchestral rumble as the camera moves slowly down a deserted, urban street.
"Things were never the same after they came," rumbles the booming voice of a narrator as the camera slinks past decrepit structures, all devoid of any internal furnishings and missing walls and roofs.
"Swapping dirt for concrete, flesh for steel, and life for business, they've left it all to rot."
Gliding past stacks of lumber and other materials, the view homes in on a solitary building, zooming in through a window and capturing a man standing in the foreground, facing a stout refrigerator with his back turned towards the camera as he reaches for the appliance.
"Now, it's time," the narrator utters, the music reaching a thunderous peak… moments before the fridge door swings open and a comically sized avalanche of hundreds of acorns pours forth.
"For one man, to tear it all down."
The scene swiftly melds into a view of the man striding through a demolition site, a sledgehammer braced across a single shoulder, and his steps accompanied by a lively, trumpeting score.
"They might call me mad, but mark my words," he announces, hefting the tool, "this place will be returned to nature, so long as I breathe."
Heaving the hammer in an arc towards a brick wall, the perspective shifts to the internal view of a warehouse moments before the tool makes contact.
The character is leading a small woman through the space.
"They think they can keep me from tearing this wreck down one brick at a time?" he declares, halting before a giant storage shelf.
"Well, let me introduce you to my crew."
The camera pans up, freezing on a shelf where a potted cactus and a Remora plushie sit, a wooden sword and bunny ears duct-taped to the former, and an aluminum bat held in the fins of the latter.
A sudden smash cut brings the woman into view, her eyes tightly closed and her fists clutching a pair of frying pans akimbo.
Cornered against a wall with two rifle-bearing government robots looming before her, she maintains a single, drawn-out scream of panicked terror as she windmills her arms, pummeling the two motionless Secubots in a blur of weaponized culinary.
By the time she tremulously opens her eyes, the machines have been rendered into little more than sparking scrap metal.
A relieved sigh escapes her, moments before the wall explodes.
Metallic text stamps across the screen as the dust settles.
"Deconstruct Your Fortunes, coming to cinemas on May 4th!"