Demented revelry and potential humiliation combine in the night of your life during one of our most sacred patented traditions here at the festival. This year, we’re adding a little surprise… to keep things, uh, interesting and get some new blood (flowing) on stage. Filmmakers, journalists and all other FF-ers shed their dignity in a vein-bulging effort to satiate the bloodthirsty Karaoke Gods. Tonight... WE RAAAAGE!!