Tag Archives: film

Wendigo

Long-distance shot of a snowy landscape, a tundra. Completely silent. A MAN enters the frame, running. He is wearing a bulky white parka, its fur-lined hood pulled over his head, and flying a fire-orange kite. We continue to see the … Continue reading

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Cuckoos in Toyland

When you’ve grown up, my dears, And are as old as I, You’ll often ponder on the years That roll so swiftly by, my dears, That roll so swiftly by. And all the many lands You will have journeyed through … Continue reading

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Still Life w/ Cuckoos

Meet Marilyn and James. Film stills from Ballad of the Cuckoos. Indiegogo campaign launching soon. Stay tuned.  

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Pilgrimage

Sometimes you’ve got to walk alone through the desert to know your true place among the company of stars.

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Cabinet

A white room. Like burnished ivory, like karmic burden. Cut to a close-up on the back of a shaved head and neck. Several scars are visible on the back of the head. Cut to a medium distance shot, in which … Continue reading

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State of Address

A salon. After hours. Dimly lit. We see a red styling chair. Behind it are a counter and a wide mounted mirror. In the right upper-corner of the frame there are dismembered mannequins set against a wall. The salon OWNER, … Continue reading

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All the Young Joans

Afternoon in a park. Wide shot of charred patches of grass. Cut to a hand, in a fingerless glove, reaching down to touch the grass. Cut to teenage girl, JOAN #1, kneeling, her fingers moving through the grass. Her friend, … Continue reading

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Street Song

Screen black. Sounds of traffic. Fade in to city street at night. Cut to traffic lamp turning green to red. Cut to other shots of the city at night. Cut to a MERMAID, lying in the middle of a street … Continue reading

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Arson

Committing arson, five-alarm siren on screen– Louise Brooks, how you burned.    

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Haunt

Make me an offer, they shoot pretty girls, don’t they? Leave haunting to me.

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