Smooth Jack

Michael Thompson is a dangerous creature. Exceptional intelligence and pop-shit humor. A young writer and actor, with the capacity for mechanical engineering as well as improvised alternative philosophy. He has agility like a clipped bird, but remains fast as a boar.

Mike's writing has a surreal element to it, that might be visionary. Growing up on cartoons, Voneggut and The Who, his abstract and simple dialogue often depicts daily living through reset eyes. Though in some moments offsetting and disorienting, his work in whole or in part is strong and affecting. A reminder to his readers: when we walk through the past we have to be careful of leaving tracks so as not to leave traces of atavistic crimes. This holds true of young minds writing in a vein years ahead of their time.

A Violent River

Aaron is a criminal and a junkie; and it is in does little productions best intrest to apply for a professional emancipation as soon as possible. He's a hack writer. A lone drinker. And suffers from delusions of grandeur. Robert Zimmerman aspired to be Hank Williams; and Hunter S. lived in the shadow of Ernest Hemingway; even Dubya aspires to become his own father. Great and Evil men alike desire to achieve the success of their idols. It is yet to be seen which category Aaron falls into.

PFS

In the New America there is no freedom for an isolated individual to achieve and maintain individuality. Modern man has cut off his own hands with technological extravagance; there are no more rockstars or writers, there are no more artists or idols. A man and his computer can achieve the basis of internal success alone in his room. And now that any jackass with a tendency to reveal their inner proclivities to an audience that may or may not exist, this New America radiates a muddled brown. Bob Dylan, Dylan Thomas, Jim Henson and even Jesus couldn't cut it in this commercially owned and operated world.

(does little productions does not claim to be talented as these historical giants)

What we do, however, is rely on teams of artists, and through combined artistry hope to achieve New Levels of bad/art. No ego. No self portraits. No pretentious high fashion. No good news or false sense of hope. Only the great quality of story; which are otherwise unpublished in the land of Pitch, Loglines and Hooks.

Apifany

While drunk and trapped in my cubicle it came to me; last thing first. I got on the land line and communicated an interest to my business partners. We would make an artistic venture of my trip back east in early November and make a short film. Instead of trying to convince the world we could make a full length production, let's record a demo tape. And use it as an audition piece to submit to soulless production companies. My accomplice and blonde girl Friday voted yes and so on November 5th we will be shooting a mock trailer for our film: Bonfire, Falls. If you've received this message in error consider it a gift out, the result of some inexplicable fate. See the posting for details.

An independent effort by a collaboration of talent.

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