I write the kind of movies I want to watch: the ones that are still working on you after the screen goes black. Sometimes that means grief. Sometimes a ghost, a war, a bad marriage, a dog, an AI reconstruction, or a grown man making an ass of himself in Missouri. The genre changes. I’m after the moment somebody can no longer keep living inside the story they have been telling themselves.
Craig comes home certain he is the one his brother’s death damaged most. Then he spends a week with the father, friends and town he left behind and discovers how little he knows about what happened to any of them after he left.
This was Christopher’s MFA thesis screenplay. It has been through festival submissions, outside feedback and years of revision. It is still changing because the movie is finally close enough to matter.
Eliot thinks disappearing will keep the Army from owning his life. Then his younger brother dies, and escape starts to look like another form of abandonment.
Colin has built a decent life over things he refuses to name. The ghost does not need to kill him. It only has to make the life he built impossible to keep.
A man gets the thing almost everybody who has buried someone has wanted: one more hour. The price is twenty-five years of his own life, and knowing the price does not make him rational.
The AI works. That is what makes it dangerous. Elliot can keep correcting his dead wife until the version on the screen stops contradicting the marriage he needs to remember.
They think they have been handed a storefront. What they have actually been handed is the crime — along with a lease, a business plan and no clean way to give any of it back.
A marriage can survive grief, money problems, religion, family obligation and a dying dog. The harder question is whether it survives two people protecting each other from the worst true thing.
Quarterfinalist — Richmond International Film Festival
Vanessa asks six friends to tell her daughter who her dead father was. The camera stays on long enough to expose a different question: where were all of them while he was dying?
Lazarus was bred for violence and refused the job. Wes has spent years making his own life smaller. Building a refuge forces both of them into a fight neither one was looking for.
Five veterans come to a cabin to clean out a dead friend’s life. The old jokes and roles return immediately. By morning, one of the living men may need the squad more than the man they came to bury.
Prospero wants one controlled storm to put the block back into the shape he thinks it should have. The people living inside the storm have their own ideas about who gets to stay.
The world is ending. There is nothing left to fix. A dying man walks to his family’s graves anyway because someone, somewhere, might one day need proof that people were here.
Semifinalist — Richmond International Film Festival
Two strangers get into a car believing the other one is the problem. Only one of them knows where the ride is supposed to end.
A depressed Atlanta rideshare driver accepts a lucrative late-night fare into rural Georgia. When the signal dies and he realizes his passenger intends to die at the destination, keeping the stranger alive means admitting that he needs help too.