While the film's synopsis seems simple enough: An epic post-apocalyptic tale about two brothers who struggle to avenge the wrongs done to their family, everything you'll see below leads us to believe the short film is anything but.
Written by Robert Scott Crane and Zoe Taylor and directed by Eric S. Anderson (who's worked as editor on some fairly big TV shows like Six Feet Under and Nip/Tuck) the short film has played some festivals, but is not fully available online. What is available is a grab bag of weirdness and talent that has me intrigued to see the final film.
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Written by Robert Scott Crane and Zoe Taylor and directed by Eric S. Anderson (who's worked as editor on some fairly big TV shows like Six Feet Under and Nip/Tuck) the short film has played some festivals, but is not fully available online. What is available is a grab bag of weirdness and talent that has me intrigued to see the final film.
Check it out:
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- 12/18/2014
- QuietEarth.us
Wild crow she’s a rabbit
She tells you she’s a crow
She smiles her sea-shell smile on you
Like she was your very own
She ain’t no Picasso
She ain’t no Bill Monroe
She plays lead guitar with history
But she looks like rock & roll!
—Eric Anderson, “Wild Crow Blues” (For Patti Smith)
In 1975, I arrived in San Francisco with one suitcase in hand, $20 in my pocket and a heart full of dreams. I found a job as a busboy at Fanny’s Cabaret in the Castro, rented a room from an acquaintance for $100 a month, and used one of my first paychecks to buy Patti Smith’s Horses, which was all the rage at that time. At parties in the Haight people were smoking marijuana, hazing out on angel dust and Lsd, and Patti’s voice was the raw serenade ubiquitously pulsing through it all.
She tells you she’s a crow
She smiles her sea-shell smile on you
Like she was your very own
She ain’t no Picasso
She ain’t no Bill Monroe
She plays lead guitar with history
But she looks like rock & roll!
—Eric Anderson, “Wild Crow Blues” (For Patti Smith)
In 1975, I arrived in San Francisco with one suitcase in hand, $20 in my pocket and a heart full of dreams. I found a job as a busboy at Fanny’s Cabaret in the Castro, rented a room from an acquaintance for $100 a month, and used one of my first paychecks to buy Patti Smith’s Horses, which was all the rage at that time. At parties in the Haight people were smoking marijuana, hazing out on angel dust and Lsd, and Patti’s voice was the raw serenade ubiquitously pulsing through it all.
- 10/23/2008
- by Michael Guillen
- Screen Anarchy
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