Cara Francis

In the illustrious tradition of on-the-road, rambler cinema, Welcome to Nowhere (Bullet Hole Road) is a fresh, experimental take. Heavily reliant on motion graphics animation, director William Cusick charts the surreal encounters of five overlapping strangers in the American desert. The spirit calls to mind David Lynch, and more recently Calvin Lee Reeder and Cory McAbee, but it never feels derivative, it always brings fresh light...Cinema often loses power in clarity, in a strict adherence to narrative logic. The unwieldy and fractured nature of Welcome To Nowhere offers more than a story, here, all that really matters is the weariness of the ramble. It's hazy and sweaty and sketched. "You know how some pills you take are clear, but on the inside are all these little balls of shit that are really the pill?" That's where nowhere is. This used to be the stuff of cult classics.

Red Scream Nosferatu is an edgy, blood-drenched revisioning of the classic original vampire film. When Jonothan Harker travels to the castle of Count Orlok on business he instead becomes a prisoner of the Count and the plaything of the Count's three vampire brides. When Orlok abandons the castle to make Jonothan's wife Mina his new love, the three brides seek to transform Jonothan into their new master through a ritual of torture and blood. Fusing elements of the original film and the original Dracula novel with a steampunk aesthetic Red Scream Nosferatu pays respectful homage to the original film while infusing new blood into this classic vampire tale.

A runaway girl, Max McLean, adventures into the forest with a young man named Ish who helps her find meaning in her boyfriend's suicide.

Pitting notable historical and pop culture figures, real and fictional, against one another in a rap battle format.