A bittersweet fairytale “hangover of the coming of age” story, The Book of Caleb plays as a quirky and tender study of the quarter-life crisis.
When unfocused wanderer Caleb Callahan (Jeremy Luno) returns home to suburban Bucks County, Pennsylvania and reunites with childhood friends Montag (Michael Hampton) and Swank (Nikitas Manikatos), he finds himself swept into a dangerous anti-adulthood highlighted with overblown enemies and high concept pranks.
Love interest Cole (Mackenzie Firgens) somewhat grounds Caleb, but as the stakes get higher for the man-boy to stand up for his beliefs against the comic tyranny of real estate mogul James Paddington (Paul Gleason) and off-kilter Officer Scar (Jeff Berg), Caleb finds all his stability pulled out from under him, the questions of his existence diminished to those of friendship, loyalty and righteousness.

The entire film was produced from the basement of the director's parents' home.
The Book of Caleb is the final on-screen appearance of Paul Gleason.
In the scene with Tanner throwing water-balloons and vomiting all over him, the vomit is real.
I began writing the script when I was 19 and at FSU, and it was right
around the time I began to really see how big the world was, and in turn
how small my life was back in Bucks County, PA.
I designed one of the characters, Montag, as my personal champion, an
eerie premonition of the kind of person I would have to become to make a
feature film in suburban Philly that would be taken seriously. A character
that lives with his parents and sacrifices everything to accomplish his
goals.
So I came back, and began assembling piece by piece all the elements that
would bring this idea into reality. What surprised me the most was the
spirit of my classmates. I had honestly thought this film would be a
no-budget kind of thing, shot on black and white, or video. But it was the
passion of my friends that allowed us to shoot 35. The crew worked for
free, and the community took us in with food and shelter during out
grueling months of production.
Now as the project that had defined my identity for most of my 20’s is
finally drawling to a close. After all the ups and downs, the big plays
made by people that I never would have guessed, the inconceivable let
downs of my few "sure things", and the sizzling creativity of some truly
brilliant and hard working individuals. It leaves me with a great feeling
of emptiness. Why? Because we did it. Together we somehow kept this
thing’s nose up, and that will never be taken away from any of us that
poured our guts into this little