Or at least a few of them in this picture:
Adejesus
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Boom Shadow (Jacob)
Boom Shadow, the back bastion of brilliance between a boring body of beings and a bountiful bliss of blockbuster blow-out. Breaking through the blockade of befuddlement, to bring you the best built batch of independent film that begets bright beliefs; breaking ground on the breeding banks of betterment; unlike the bastards of the belligerent.
The business of blocking out the blueprint of this bid is a busy and bustling bit. It will beg for a breadth of brooding and brainstorming, but fortune blesses the bold and boosts the backbone & bond of this bundle of bourgeois. We shall band together and bid for our badge of benefit, branching forth into the basis of bewilderment beyond, BEYOTCHES!
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Eric
Eric Hales directing style is not for the weak of heart, people with high blood pressure, pregnant, easily become lite headed, nausea, racist, smokers, drug addicts, fans of the show Alf, and all around trouble makers who like to take a proverbial dump in the film community’s apple crisp.
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Helius
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Holden Randolph Sugar
The “Hollywood Cibernetico” Holden Randolph Sugar is one of the sparks of strange vitality to be found amid the ashes of old Hollywood.
Thus far the writing of H.R’s life, by the ultimate written itself Fate, throws the emphasis on HOW, like Chuck Jones did with the Road Runner, and finds its humor in the twists and turns of the chase. This type of nihilistic bemusement is reflected in his work. Like the Road Runner cartoons, you may say the show is predictable, but to Holden, as long as the chase has made the mundane funny to him again and he can capture that on film, then his life as a whole has succeeded.
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Sean Taki
“Man is born crying. When he has cried enough, he dies.”
An embracer of simple, sublime cinema, Taki (pronounced tah-kee) comes from an admittedly dull background. Pampered and idealistic all through his youth, he experienced a jolting transformation under the guidance of the Greek Aristotelians, the British Empiricists, and some unbridled biochemical abuse.
His first film project, “My Roommate Is a Zombie!” was an atrocious failure, but it left him gasping for more. Over the last few years, Taki has worked on over a dozen indie feature films as a sound kid. And although it’s always fun, he demands a bit more these days.
Taki is ready for the challenge Virva offers. It’s going to take time to build a thematic and stylistic vocabulary, but he knows one inalienable truth: “Good cinema is traumatic and painful. It needs to cry.”
