Imagine all your cringiest moments of social anxiety, those shaming, smirking memories that lurk in your subconscious ready to burst forth and ruin your day. Now imagine them all rolled together into a movie and you have something approaching the psychological discomfort of All My Friends Hate Me, a not-quite comedy/horror-adjacent drama about a man who finds himself the outcast at his own birthday bash.

Pete (Tom Stourton, who also co-wrote the film with Tom Palmer) is invited to the country house of his best friend from college. The party is in honour of Pete’s birthday, but the centre of attention is Harry (Dustin Demri-Burns), a faintly malevolent local man who attaches himself to the group at the local pub. Andrew Gaynord’s debut feature doesn’t quite hold together, but the atmosphere of twitchy paranoia is horribly effective.