Under the Weather

Look at that, I get on a roll, get back to a story I had seemingly abandoned (hopefully surprised some of you) and I feel like shit. Literally. Well, ok, maybe not shit, but the possibility of feeling like it.

I'm on the fence of becoming sick. I can feel the tickle in my throat, but I'll be damned if I didn't try my hardest today to fight against it - loaded up on vitamins, drank some emergency, and sucked on a bunch of Coldeeze lozenges. What else is there to do? Get a good night's sleep! So that's what I'm going to do. I'm calling it quits early. Not because I don't love you and don't want to write for you, but so I don't feel like death tomorrow at work.

In the mean time, enjoy these videos :)


This Is My Home from Mark on Vimeo.


What a sweet old man! If I ever see his home, I'll certainly enter it (after asking for his permission first).



I am SO thrilled for this movie! I know it looks like Borat but slightly different, but trust me, based on what I know about it, it is a fictional, narrative film. And let's not forget how visibly pissed Ryan Seacrest was by this - because he had NO clue what was going to happen to him. Oh Sacha, how I love thee.

Barstool Condolences Pt.6

As he sat there on the corner of the bed, his mind was empty.

He knew there was plenty to be thinking about - that a lot had transpired in the last couple hours. Things he had never thought would be possible.

He was sure he had lost her forever. Gone. Somewhere in the sea of people that populated the planet. Yet by some stroke of luck or serendipity, last night happened.

The sun was beginning to crest in the sky - that awkward period when the body wasn't ready to be woken, but the birds made it impossible to just roll over and fall back into a dream. They had spent the night chatting at the bar, leaning closer to one another as the night wore on. Not because the the music at the bar was getting louder, or that each drink made their speech a little less audible. Because of gravity.

There was no denying that it was still there.

Just siting next to her, he felt the energy from her body, as it graced his. It made him nervous. Sweaty. Gave him goosebumps. Yet, through it all, his core was at peace. As calm as it had been in a long time. His brain was over analyzing, brooding and storming like a dark nor'easter battering a coast. His heart knew to remain calm, like a lake in the early hours of he morning, before the world began to stir, when the water was as smooth as glass, rippleless. Pure.

They had just talked. Caught up with one another. Friends on their own journeys, reunited to share life lessons. He offered to walk her home and she reciprocated with inviting him in. He wasn't expecting much, anything to protect him from venturing out into the cold alone.

When they walked in, he was surprised that the apartment was empty. He had noticed the ring on her finger. Yet, there was no other car in the driveway, no extra set of keys hanging on the hooks by the door. It was just them. And as much as he loved that thought, it angered him. They had discussed the encounter with her partner during dinner. The scene he caused in the resturaunt. How he had made a fool of her, embarrassed her, abused her.

When he heard he had raised his hand to her, things changed. Deep within him, something broke loose. A thing that he hadn't know existed - waiting to be released. Pleading for it. It wanted to protect her. To pummel him into the ground, leave him as the shell of a man he was - in pieces. It wanted to break him.

Hearing her in the bathroom did not help. He could easily make out her sobs and noise of her ring as it slid off her finger and began bouncing on the porcelain of the sink - lost and frantically looking for a digit to anchor itself on. He just wanted to burst in, pick her up and hold her close. Tell her that it would be ok. They were all that mattered. Embrace her. Let her empty her soul. He'd listen. He was there for her.

But thats when he heard it. The squeak of the bottom stairs that led up to the apartment. Heavy, unbalanced, inebriated footsteps began climbing their way to the door. He swore he could already smell the alcohol, seeping in and infecting the apartment.

She must have heard it too, because she had stopped sobbing and the bathroom door was now open. Theirs eyes met for just a split second and within that second, he could register the fear in her.

He looked away quickly, for he didn't want her to see the fire that was glowing behind his eyes, deep, and churning. Both hands were already clenched into fists.

That thing, deep within him was rising and he knew he wouldn't be able to control it.

Angry Ape

Alright - bare with me a little more. I know this is another video, but I've been trying to draft something to post that hopefully will fulfill the lack of stories lately.

Works been tough, with long hours, so by the time I get home I don't even think about writing (sorry).

So hopefully tomorrow I can post what I've been brain storming - assuming the creative juices are flowing.

In the mean time - I hope you enjoy this angry primate.  Just imagine if the glass was not there. That dude would be knocked the f*ck out.

Damn apes be crazy!

Must Watch

This film looks incredible.

Very inspirational.

And a topic we all really need to address.

Loom

So the following video may seem a bit creepy to some - because, well, it kind of is.

Sure, its all computer animated, but there is still something about spiders that can make your skin crawl in any form. I'll go ahead and give the animators credit, but saying it is how lifelike the creatures in this piece are.

Also - I have to point out why I enjoy this so much. First, it feels like something David Fincher would have done. It's dark, technologically advanced, and not exactly happy. I also really enjoy the music and how it is used in the piece. It isn't the typical score you'd expect in something like this - the modern, almost digital sound really contrasts what is being shown. But overall, my favorite part of this is how we get to see what happens inside of the moth as it is consumed by the spider. Sure, in the real world the venom doesn't make the moth break down into tiny little digital prisms - but roll with it here, this is art after all.

I'm sorry if this makes anyone squeamish or give them nightmares later in the night (sorry mom) - but the quality of this piece is well above that of many other videos currently circulating on the internet.

Enjoy.

A Story for Tomorrow

So this was a three day weekend (hence my lack of posting last night or today). I apologize. I didn't mean to throw any of you off - I really just didn't realize it.

So today I have something that I consider special. I was browsing my usual sites today and I stumbled upon this gem. At first I didn't know what to make of it. Whether it was purposeful in how it was composed, or a product that was born during its editing stages. After watching it a few times, I think since the voice over matches the footage so well, that it had to have been pre-planned. Yes, I'm aware it'd be extremely, if not even more so, to just shoot the film, edit it, and record the voice over after, but there is just something so genuine about the narrative that leads me to believe it had always been planned this way, from day one.

This piece is the total pacakge. I love the story. The visuals are outstanding and I'm just absorbed every time I watch it. I really can't help it. And that damn narration - so silky smooth, almost like a hispanic Morgan Freeman. Oh, and did I mention how powerful the message is? I'm not going to spell it out for you, but I think it carries with it something all of us should appreciate and try to follow. Even if you don't get from it what I did, I hope you get something from it. It should move you in your own way.

It's just a great piece.

Love film. Make good art.

Mr. Happy Man

Hooray! It's Friday!

I hope everyone had a wonderful week and some plans for the long weekend (if you get to take advantage of the extra day).

My weeks been super long, extremely hard, and exhausting. But I've made it through!

So if you've had a week like mine, just remember, Mr. Happy Man loves you.


Mr. Happy Man from Matt Morris Films on Vimeo.


What a fascinating man!

I wish I had someone like this to drive past every day on my way to work - it'd make my mornings great. So much so, that I'd actually look forward to them. I know Bermuda theoretically isn't in the Caribbean (even though it is in the Caribbean Community - CARICOM), it perfectly encompasses what the people of the islands stand for. What a wonderful place.

I like this man. I hope you do too. Johnny seems like a great man, who carries an even greater message.

I love to too Johnny!

Resolution

I like the universe,
But she messes with my words.
I'm not talking planets or galaxies,
And the distance just makes it worse.
I know what you're thinking,
This probably sounds rehearsed.