The Death of Sonnyboo

The evanescent quality of shade is like a smiling ghost all over this celluloid-given-life, protean-like, and enarboring the primordial flame of creation. Through the veritable cornucopia of ciaroscuro we glimpse at secret chords of a tortured soul, the slowly beating, probably stuffed heart of a teddy bear, which nevertheless represents our superego, or as Nietzche called it, the Übermensch. Is it an indication of the frailty of our spirit, that thoughts of immolation must always accompany our everymoment trivial and trascendental? Does the final plunge into the abyss represent a final capitulation over the vanality of existence, or rather a last defiant act of rebellion against a world for which we refuse to ever conform? The subtle music, like the strokes of a drunken father over the bare bottom of his cousin's son thrice removed, serve as a rowing rythm by which we surrender our preconceptions of style and graphonalagy to the overwhelming if seducing concept of having shit to say and being proud of it.

My sincerest congratulations, Master Boo. 

Gracias hermano.

Put on your best black turtleneck and black beret and prepare yourself for the ultra sensory filmic experience. This is not just a film, it's an invasive proto-soul search into the world of imagination and emotions, raw deep probing emotion.

Please note the all important "guy washing his face in a sink"
generic scene that must be present in most pretentious crap house art
films. There's already a plethra of meaningless words on screen, enough
to placate the most hardened veteran of art-house flicks.

Actually, I just randomly put a bunch of crappy super 8 under-exposed images together on a timeline and shit this out like the turd that it is. Even if some level of thought was put into something like this, who the f**k cares? These types of movies are meaningless assemblages of poorly shot nonsense that very few sane people give two shits about.

This is what art-house, pretend avant garde-experimental shorts mean to me -  something to be mocked and laughed at. 

I'll bet if I sent this to a few of the choice film festivals, this garbage might win some of the more pretigious awards. Now that I have some money in my pocket, I might try this little experiement under an alternate title. East Lansing Film Festival, here I come!

I'm gonna make an art film also! Check this out. here is my pitch--We see a flower right...then we see the flower again from a different angle--and THEN we fade to black. POW! art

haha 

EZEQUIEL

On Sony Pictures' CRACKLE.COM, I even won the EDITOR'S CHOICE AWARD for today October 1st. How's that for an unexpected surprise?

My lawyer will be contacting you shortly.

I think that KC should hold an experimantal film contest. 

"I'm almost not crazy." - John Cassevettes