The truth hurts, but the heart is hard to burn…
Through the looking glass….
Directed by Adam Walter
The truth hurts, but the heart is hard to burn…
Through the looking glass….
Directed by Adam Walter
Seven vignettes for Henrietta…
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A volatile relationship in seven pieces.
Directed by Adam Waltner
Today’s the day Angie’s going to leave her man, but not before one last showdown…and one big payoff.
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TRT: 9 min
‘Bluffing’ tells the story of a father with a gambling problem, who loses a big sum playing Chinese poker with a triad gangster. As he fails to pay up, the gangsters kidnap his son. But little do they know how much this son is actually worth.
The film is a parody on gangster genre films and deals with Hong Kong’s superficial idea of status and worth. The storyline builds tension, the characters are archetypal ruffians, but as the film comes to its denouement the audience is left with a farcical resolution.
TRT: 3:30
Lost lore of a lass a seldom soul knows
Most melancholy misery mixed with more woe
Thou countenance considers, curiosity flows
Mystique and intrigue so steadily grows
For message and moral thy tale whilst show
Why winds whistle and blow, bellowing, “Scarlet Rose!”
She, pale as marrow in beauty, yet blessed
Flaxen hair, skin fair, ne’er sun caressed
Vanity vacant, detached and depressed
O’er agony asunder, aghast, Oh! Obsessed
Pricking edges of thorns ‘gainst ivory flesh
Whilst ruby blossoms bash thy bare breast
Now, lost in the night, or so it doth seem
Orb bound in flight, illumining beams
Sleeping in spite of disheartening dreams
She screamed at thy sight; crimson on cream!
Betwixt of thy blight, red on white, still she screams
“Oh! What a sight! And still it doth stream!”
Lying in life, feeling foolish, a kern
Choking and coughing, her stomach doth churn
As hands clasp her throat; clocks tock and turn
Time fleeting and bleeding, she yelps and she yearns
The memories resurface, resound, and return
Reminiscing doth she, her heart starts to burn
Twas in the mid of summer’s day
Her lover beside her, in fields they lay
Glorious rapture, both blissful and gay
When suddenly something somewhere would stray
He’d flee; She’d be bleeding and broken, betrayed
As sun turns to tempest, her light fades away
Yet before his depart be dismal and dour
He turns to sweet Scarlet in this; their last hour
For inside of a moment, the present is power
And future, though fleeting, he fixed with a flower
Said he, “I’ll return to thee Ivory Tower.”
Then left her alone amongst icy cold showers
Now, lonely and lost within mental abyss
Nebulous nothings that cease to exist
Mourning and moaning of memories missed
In agony and anger hands clenched in a fist
Screams pierced the air; thorns pierced thy wrist
Forgetting the future of fate with a twist
As sanguine Scarlet closes her eyes
Tears sting her soul, which ne’er can dry
Flooded with fantasy, lost within lies
Lamenting illusions, grieving goodbyes
In this early evening, she withers and dies
And Scarlet rose to the Heavens while the scarlet rose cries…
TRT: 4 min 21 sec
Travel dead roads
Clear our minds of civilization
The future is silent
And the night needs heroes
In desolation destiny is manifest
And it speaks in smoke
The past doesn’t disappear
The shavings are real
A tracing of time cannot brush this off
The memories aren’t what they used to be
The nightmares of what I’ve kept bottled inside are returning
And sleep, if it comes at all, is something I’ve begun to dread
I used to hide there, in my dreams, from hysteria, casting out the doubts, a little princess with a magic wand that could change reality into something I could tolerate
But now the echoes of forsaken loss chill me to the core
I know not where the waking is beyond this fragile dance
We will never be that innocent again
I can see right through you now that the Truth has come to Light
While the feelings finally fade
And fade away it does
Everything becomes erased
It fades from history
It fades from memory
And it fades
So slowly…
TRT: 2 min 59 sec