Stephen Stapinski

Russian exchange student Alya struggles to fit into what it means to be an American teenage girl in 1994 when she realizes her host father has a crush on her.

In 2007, Annie Connerton called John Lombardo in a frantic state to come visit her immediately and to bring a box of war letters dating back to the 1940's that were in John's possession. Upon arriving Annie told John she started to have vivid flashbacks after watching the movie, "Letters from Iwo Jima," that was shown during a local hospice movie event at her facility. She told John she wanted to read the letters and share the Lombardo memories with him before these flashbacks go away. This was Annie's dying wish. The legacy of Vic Lombardo, Pat Lombardo, Tony Lombardo, and John Lombardo must be told. This is the untold story of the Lombardo Family Letters.

A comedy centered on three museum security guards who devise a plan to steal back the artworks to which they have become attached after they are transferred to another museum.

Tom and Perri are the happy ideal New York couple until Tom's beloved Golden Retriever is killed by a hit-and-run driver. Tom blames Perri for the accident and their relationship becomes strained as Tom's fixation with finding and punishing the culprit consumes his life. Perri can't understand Tom's thirst for vengeance and she grows distant from him. When Tom disappears, she falls into an affair with her scheming colleague. Events spin out of control as death, sex and cynicism take their toll on Tom and Perri's seemingly idyllic life. But why should infidelity, hypocrisy and murder ruin a perfectly good relationship?

My name is Andrei Tvardovsky and I was failed experiment by the Russian Government. My side effects include nose bleeds, blurred vision, paranoia, hostility, depression, hallucinations, and mood disturbances. Sometimes it's hard to distinguish dreams from reality. August 12, 2015, I was awakened by a cold breeze that tickled the back of my neck. I opened my eyes and looked down at my bloody hands. I was riding a bus in Hartford, Connecticut. I don't know how I got on the bus and I don't know who I am. The local bus patrons seem to be talking about me. I reached in my pockets and I found a wallet and receipts for nearby gas stations. As the bus stopped the police were waiting for me. Due to my suspicious condition I was detained and brought to my home address found on my wallet. As the detectives came out of my residence they immediately placed me upon arrest for murder.