Let’s not beat around the proverbial toilet-shaped bush here… the first ABCs of Death is a pretty dire affair. Out of 26 short films there are maybe a Billy Barty-sized handful of good to great ones with the remainder being a mix of lazy, dumb and poorly executed ideas. The announcement of a sequel was met with tepid anticipation because while that first film is unfortunate the idea behind the anthology — 26 directors, each with a letter of the alphabet, a miniscule budget and free reign to create a short relating their chosen word to the idea of death — is still a fantastic one overflowing with potential. Happily, ABCs of Death 2 is a far more entertaining and creatively explicit collection of creepy, fun and wild short films. (Read my full review here.) Aharon Keshales & Navot Papushado (Rabies, Big Bad Wolves) came on board with a request for the letter F, and after signing multiple affidavits swearing that they wouldn’t be doing a short about farts or fucking they set to work on one of the anthology’s more dramatic and weighty entries. We spoke with the directing duo at last month’s Fantastic Fest about their first collaborative short film, political overtones, necessary cleavage and the fate of their much-teased back-burner project, the Israeli spaghetti western Once Upon a Time in Palestine.