Ed Morgan and family go for a ride through the forest and meet Smokey the Bear. After Joanna Cassidy delivers a public service announcement, Ed starts a fire with his cigarette butt. The children plead in song for a country up in flames as the fire is engulfed by surging seas. Alfred Hitchcock provides the perfect antidote.
Oh, the things that get stuck in our heads. When a reclusive man is repeatedly woken up over the course of a night by severe headaches, accompanied by musical repetition from an unknown source, his sanity begins to swiftly unravel. This creepy and unsettling short film will leave viewers squirming in their seats.
This time-lapse film captures 16 days of work on the Oak Street mural, a new addition to the cultural vibrancy of Rockland’s downtown. The project was guided by local community mural artist Alexis Iammarino who runs SaturdayStudio at the Rockland Recreation Center. She was joined by two professional Baltimore-based mural artists, “Jessie and Katey”, who have been collaborating on large-scale murals and installations across the country since 2001. The mural was also completed with help of local artists and volunteers of all ages.
Two men embark upon a ritual aimed at transporting them into another realm of experience, into a dark realm of wonder, mystery and the vast expanse of the human mind.
Craftsmen are dwarfed by giant, abstract sculpture in Memorial, an experimental documentary. Monumental sculptures appear first as silhouettes, emphasizing their geometric purity and reminding us that cinema itself is act of reduction and representation. Human craftsmen provide scale, and the eyes through which we perceive the work. Crawling about and even soaring, God-like, over the rusty plates and tubes, they simultaneously humanize and deify this inanimate work. Archival footage introduces a sense of temporality, and asks us to consider how the scales of time differ for humans and our creations.
Memorial chronicles the complete lifecycle of its steel subject, but leaves the biggest question—why must it be destroyed?—to the audience. In considering this, we confront our own mortality and choices to express ourselves through art, even if it will not outlast us.
The film draws a portrait of a secular Cemetery in an Israeli kibbutz as it follows a single life cycle observing the cemetery as it withers and blooms again. There between being and non-being, holes are bored open in the earth and empty plastic chairs await sitters to come…