SELF-ASSEMBLY THE MOVIE

SELF-ASSEMBLY from Ray Sullivan on Vimeo.
Ray Sullivan's film of the Windell comic of the nightmare you are going to have.

...IT'S GETTING NEARER

Self-Assembly (Teaser Two) from Ray Sullivan on Vimeo.

COMING SOON ...to get you!

Self-Assembly from Ray Sullivan on Vimeo.

FOXES (the film of the Fugger Post) ONLINE!!!!

What they said about Foxes:

'Yiff!' - anonymous member of the furry fetish community.

'Hon nidge' – Mollie.

'Oh boy, i just love foxes' - mag237

'The script seems to be amazing whomever wrote it', Stephen (unbiased) Shanley.

Winner of twelve Arc de Triomphes, a Yogi Bear, a Mal de Mer, an ice cream and jelly and a kick in the belly, a doll and a drum and a kick in the bum, as promised and without further ado it's the film of the blogpost: FOXES!!!!

FOXES - short film from LORCAN FINNEGAN on Vimeo.

THE MAKING OF THE MAKING OF

I recently watched a film and after it was finished I watched another film about the making of the film and then I watched a third film about the making of the making of the film and then I watched a fourth film about the making of the making of the making of the film and then I watched a fifth film about the making of the making of the making of the making of the film then I watched a sixth film about the making of the making of the making of the making of the making of the film and then I watched a seventh film about... well, I'm sure you get the gist of it by now. I kept on watching 'the making of the making of' films for days and days and days until finally I realised that this endless daisy chain of 'the making of the making of' films was the nation's largest and only employer and that the entire population worked as part of a film crew following a film crew following a film crew following a film crew and on and on until finally I realised that I too was holding a camera and was at the end of this endless iteration with my lens pointed at the screen filming me watching me filming me watching me and so on and so on and everything kind of dissolved into that infinity you see when you attach a camera to a monitor and then point the camera into the monitor and see an endless corridor of monitors within monitors within monitors and I was running in that endless monitor corridor chasing myself and being chased by another myself who was also being chased by an endless procession of myselves and I was the last living person on Earth and so were you and so is everyone else and we're all so very tired and we're all so very hungry because no one thought to hire a catering department and even if they did there'd be no one to work for it because we're all busy making films about other films that are about the making of films that are about the making of other films that end up with us in the films making films about us watching the films that are about us watching the films about us watching the films ourselves and watching ourselves watching the films that are about us watching the films ourselves and watching and chasing ourselves and being chased by ourselves and watching the making of the chasing ourselves being chased by ourselves being chased by ourselves chasing the chasers and being chased by chasers chasing ourselves and so on and so on and so on and I'm sure you get the gist of it after all that so can I go now?

WE WERE DEAD ALL ALONG

Fugger (a.k.a me, a.k.a. the people's blogger) is writing a movie at the moment. It's called We Were Dead All Along and I think it's pretty original myself. It's about this family that go on a caravanning trip and they stop off at this weird foggy lake and they find a burnt out caravan there and it looks a bit like theirs. 'It looks a bit like ours', says the daughter (who is about eighteen and wears cut off jean shorts all the time and is quite hot). Then the family keep complaining of the cold and have a few rows and things for around seventy minutes. Then the family see other people walking around the lake and fishing and all that and they try talking to the other people but the other people just ignore them as if they aren't even there. Then, after all that stuff happens, this hooded man shows up in a row boat and beckons the family to get into the boat, like a River Styx type ferryman right? Right? Get it? Right? And the family get into the boat and they sail off across the lake shouting: 'We Were Dead All Along, We Were Dead All Along', because they were dead all along and the the name of the film is We Were Dead All Along and the audience will go: 'wow, they were dead all along' and then the audience will leave the cinema and stand outside it only to discover that the building they just watched the film in burned to the ground in 1974 and they were in it and they were dead all along and then they too will say 'We Were Dead All Along!'. 

I think making the audience realise that they were dead all along could be the new 3D. I think that's pretty original stuff myself and people won't have to pay extra for special glasses.

CLICHES

'Would you think at all. . .' says I to Clafferty, pausing to raise a pint to the lips. 'I mean to say, would you ever be of a mind to consider', continues myself to himself, 'that we might be cliches?'

'I've little doubt of that fact', says Clafferty as he downs his last and prepares to return home and face the wrath of herself.

In other news: Why not check out Fugger's new film blog? It's not a film festival, it's a film FEASTival! Click the link below:

FUGGER FILM FEAST!

COMING SOON!!!

As mentioned BEFORE. . .