Over the River Tritone

A homeless man is walking along a bridge at night. A single lamppost is all that illuminates the area. He mumbles to himself about the vastness of space while snapping his fingers to a beat he doesn’t hear. Never one to take his eyes off the ground, the homeless man doesn’t see the woman in the black dress appear suddenly out of nowhere beneath the lamppost in front of him. The woman in the black dress holds out her hand to keep the homeless man from bumping into her and startles him into semi-clarity.
“I liked that song,” he says, staring at a beautiful vision he hasn’t seen in far too long.
“It’s time to go, Handsome.” She says softly. She takes his hand and pulls him toward her, as the light from the lamppost dims and the darkness begins to surround them.

“Are you the devil?” he asks, his voice cracking with fear.

She kisses him, and with a smile says, “If you like.”

1 Movie a Day

Doomsday (2008)

British step-child of Escape From New York and Mad Max. Surprisingly gory in unnecessary ways, but Rhona Mitra makes a sexy Snake Plissken wannabe. Also, proof once again that mankind will self-destruct and resort to cannibalism at the first sign of trouble.

1 Movie a Day

Taken (2008)

Ridiculous. Hair dye cannot make Liam Neeson superhuman.

A Sidewalk

Wide and long, disappearing into the horizon
Leading nowhere but attractive and irresistibly walkable
Piles of goods and wares all in the way
Pipes, boat oars, mountains of perfectly chopped firewood
Acres of things that don't belong on a sidewalk

Start hopping and climbing, trying to move forward
Surrounded by tattered clothing and large collections of magazines
Seeing no end to the infinitely cluttered pavement

Pause to breathe and summon fortitude

At my feet rests an old Aerosmith cassette
It's Permanent Vacation, the one with "Dude Looks Like a Lady"
Pick it up to take on the treacherous journey waiting
There's gotta be a Walkman in this mess somewhere

Not sure where this was going...

Soaking in fine spices and oils, like a mighty sultan of an ancient desert kingdom, she lifted a tiny glass of champagne with her tiny heiress hand and commanded: "A toast!"

All the partygoers turned towards her, basically uninterested (aside from the fact she was in a bathtub) but knowing if they didn't, there would be hell to pay.

"To America!" She slurred. "Fuck the world and all its madness!"

Merry Chriztmas

Movement still...

'Rapture' pages to feast your eyes upon. Justin Stewart gains his artistic abilities by feasting on wayward Salvation Army bell ringers. They were many, now thanks to Justin, they are few.