Jamie Loftus presents a one person show about their marriage to famed national hot dog eating champion Joey Chestnut, which did not end in her murdering him. At all.

THERE ARE MERMAIDS IN LA follows Cassie. Bored of her relationship. Having mediocre orgasms. Trying desperately to reupholster a lamp because why not? “It might be the first step towards sewing patchy jeans or something.” But one day Cassie’s boat is rocked by a mysterious silent visitor. A woman. With long, fire-engine red hair and almost no discernible personality or clothes. We’ll call her Mermaid. Because, as the legend goes, she made a bad trade somewhere down the line, swapped her voice out for legs, and then wound up in the wrong place. The place being this woman's beach... RIP the prince. As Mermaid makes herself comfortable in Cassie’s home, the two women begin to form an unlikely bond. The game is simple: Cassie talks and Mermaid listens. Until they both get sick of it.

After a comedian is infected by a demon who eats anyone she envies, her relationship with her best friend is threatened.

Nina Geld's passion and talent have made her a rising star in the comedy scene, but she's an emotional mess offstage. When a new professional opportunity coincides with a romantic one, she is forced to confront her own deeply troubled past.

A live recording of Jamie Loftus' one-woman post-modern science experiment to obliterate memories of her first sexual encounter. Eight years and a latex allergy diagnosis later, she brings her self-effacing, food-forward comedy to viewers like you.

A film about fear, hatred, and friendship.