COMMISSION/FILM AND TELEVISION
THE ORPHAN CYCLE NATURE REWIRED CATALOGUE, ARTIST CHRISTAAN ZWANIKKEN
Once the muck had been shaken off, opposable thumbs twitched to life, kissing each comrade. When bare hands first clutched stone as an extension lifted with definite purpose, the two kingdoms separated, and foundries roared soon thereafter. However, the lone code of all species remains strict. Mankind, too, needs to lick its wounds.
Man grows a second head!
A MEETING OF BEASTS PRESS RELEASE, ARTIST CHRISTAAN ZWANIKKEN, AMERICAN MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY
They have not stopped. They have not stopped chirping, clicking, and carrying on. They have not stopped ever since we returned from New York City. Every morning, before I have even turned them on, they demand to return.
I have no choice. I am outnumbered.
MOTT MUSIC DOCUMENTARY CHANNEL SYNOPSIS, FLYAWAYFILMS
Its exterior still unremarkable, what happens within its walls is anything but that. Mott Music slides the great horizontal warehouse door open, providing a 130-year-old keyhole through which one can witness the seldom-seen activities taking place within. Beethoven Pianos is a labyrinthine space, its interior form and structure comprised almost entirely of a great variety of approximately 800 pianos. One must “climb on top of pianos and walk over pianos to come to another piano,” never quite sure what is waiting around the corner, more pianos or a Minotaur taking a bath.
CONVENTO FLYAWAYFILMS
Its exterior still unremarkable, what happens within its walls is anything but that. Mott Music slides the great horizontal warehouse door open, providing a 130-year-old keyhole through which one can witness the seldom-seen activities taking place within. Beethoven Pianos is a labyrinthine space, its interior form and structure comprised almost entirely of a great variety of approximately 800 pianos. One must “climb on top of pianos and walk over pianos to come to another piano,” never quite sure what is waiting around the corner, more pianos or a Minotaur taking a bath.
Unlike conventional documentaries, Convento’s story is told with a continuously moving camera that tracks through the landscape and invites the audience into the daily lives of these extraordinary people. Each family member simultaneously nourishes the coexistence of art and nature. The audience travels just behind the camera, transported to a new place to witness this coexistence for themselves.
A Dutch family left Holland to transform a four-hundred-year-old Portuguese monastery into a home, artists’ workshop, and nature preserve. Convento is indeed informative, but where conventional documentaries are confined to a familiar structure, its surreal storytelling style opens the monastery doors through which the audience is invited to learn. Convento is the union of information and art.
TROMA ENTERTAINMENT, INC. PRESS SYNOPSES
In foolish haste, Stanton forces some of the controls in an attempt to deflect the object, but only succeeds in hurling them faster through time. They are trapped in the lab and completely out of control. Orange you glad you painted the lab, Mark? The time screen projects a veritable motion picture of human warfare! Mushroom clouds disperse into Higgins boats at Omaha which drop their ramps at the feet of Confederates firing cannons.
Bounty Hunter Sam Kellough (John Saxon; A Nightmare On Elm Street, From Dusk ‘Til Dawn, Tenebre) is struggling to play the bogus hand life has dealt him. He works for a low-paying bail bondsman and is a weekend dad that can’t afford his alimony. The game just started, and he’s ready to fold. Just when he thought he was out of aces, his boss tips him to a high-paying, but dangerous bounty.
A young, seductive student of Sonny’s throws herself on top of him in the school stairwell, but he resists her possessed charms. That kind of behavior will get a young lady a week of detention! He becomes plagued by twisted hallucinations. He is crucified on a pentagram watching Mary Ann engage in less than pure activities with the warlock. He falls to the floor, and the dream is over.
A rational mind is non-existent. He is living instinctually. A new apparition begins to appear, one far more pleasant. Heather, the long lost jewel from his now blood-splattered crown, instructs her susceptible father on how to return her to his life. She bestows upon him a new quest. He will become a hunter, a killer, “just like God.”
One day, Sarah quite conveniently stumbles upon a book of witchcraft left by one of April’s liberal friends, and begins to browse. As she flips through the pages of sorcery, she becomes more and more intrigued with what the volume of black arts can offer. She decides to conjure a spell granting physical beauty, desire, and lust. She is sure this will be the key that unlocks the hearts of all men everywhere!
TREATMENTS
SAVE MY MOVIE! REALITY PILOT
Whether or not to lie upon that altar, 90 printed pages clutched in one hand and a very worn ATM card in the other, is the first decision every low-budget horror filmmaker needs to face. How much of a couple’s vacation fund will the other half consent to contribute? Does borrowing have an ethical limit? Then there’s debt. Should the majority of a film’s cost be placed on credit cards? It’s been done. A strained budget will be an adversary until the end. It will exacerbate and multiply the unavoidable stresses and problems that fester beneath all production offices.
HISTORY OF HALLOWEEN SHORT ANIMATION
They reminisce about “the old days,” and how the Celts of Ireland believed that on October 31st, the boundary between the living and the dead did not exist, and it was feared that the dead would rise and cause sickness and crop damage. (The dead can “cause mischief” to be more appropriate for children.) In order to appease them, offerings were made in the hope that one’s home and property would be unmolested. Today, treats are “offered” to costumed “spirits” in representation. Ribs comments, “I can’t eat like that anymore. Goes right through me” (chatter chatter). “Body’s not the same anymore, pal,” Rot observes. “Pot. Meet kettle,” Ribs retorts. “I’ve still got it…mostly,” Rot boasts.