Firing Flares @ Unnoticed Glares

Shot in the abandoned buildings of Gary, Indiana and the cornfields of Western Illinois, The Twenty-One Lives of Billy the Kid presents a fractured historical narrative without any real protagonist, one in which the titular character goes mostly unseen - Billy the Kid as the always-off-screen assailant, as a ghost’s laugh, as a shadow on the road.

Locked away but not away; somewhere nearby but unreachable, a periphery so notfaroff it's always in sight.

Hiding inside&out, writhing about, taken out&in.

1 minute experimental film.

Rather pointless, rather stilted, fetid; not what we want us going after.

On the Clickity-clack Express it's clear I'm always under duress, unless I forget.

Radical recurrences & rancorous requests raze my daze.

From a small cabin in the mountains of New York, Nina Breeder and Massimilian Breeder begin a journey across the United States. California is just the initial destination, but just as the edge of the surrounding landscape expands, so does their ultimate destination. A contemplation of nature and time along a raw journey in the American landscape.

Two men. Friends? Enemies? Lovers? Brothers? One is nothing, success or failure depends on two.

An attempt to transform a Roman Western into a Greek tragedy. The hero of Instructions for a Light and Sound Machine is easy to identify. Walking down the street unknowingly, he suddenly realizes that he is not only subject to the gruesome moods of several spectators but also at the mercy of the filmmaker.

A psychedelic montage of home movie footage gives way to a silent western story.

As a family struggles to survive in rural isolation during the Great Depression, their daughter's secret affair begins a journey into the unknown.

Onward, upward, greener [redder] grasstures.

Beyond all human restraint lies one's lugubrious layers of paint.

(Some of us) Still run down the same [mental&emotional] streets we revered/reproached/replaced as children.

Calangros: Um faroeste sobre o terceiro mundo

Return to 'burn' only to find out you're already in that urn.

A 'reversal' of Jean-Léon Gérôme's 1872 painting Pollice Verso.

I really hope this is well-received. I really hope there's some sort of reprieve.

Angeli