FIST is now on my youtube channel. The film stars JD Mendonca and David Dean Bottrell.
Mark Smitt has just signed up for a five-day medical research study to make some quick cash… but will the following experiment not only be the end of his personal freedom… but his very life?
A HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who made this film possible.
Thanks to Hollyshorts 2014 and Mile High Horror Fest 2014 for making it an official selection.
A HUGE THANK YOU to Mile High Horror Film Festival! The short film FIST played amongst some fantastic horror shorts at the 2014 Film Festival.
The Alamo Drafthouse Denver was the perfect home for the festival. The crowd, vendors, volunteers and atmosphere were perfect.
A HUGE THANK YOU to actor and Horror Film Legend Michael Berryman for his very kind words to myself and the audience about FIST.
Also a HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who came out to support the film.
FIST will make its online premiere this week!
Black and white night
Restrained
This old body’s not holding out
Pain
In so many places
The kids at the diner are playing songs from their youth
What is my soundtrack?
Who plays these songs for me?
The damaged
The used
On the cusp
Seasons soon to change
What will the kids play next?
They clean up
End their night
They live for the next day
And this guy looking back at me in the reflection in the window
He doesn’t really see them
He doesn’t really see me back
Just the pain in his head
And in his heart
So many places
So many nights like these
Black and white
And he’s somewhere in the gray
The 5am
So many reunions in my dreams
My eyes burn at the light
Cool breeze on skin
A cool breeze from the window
Still Dark
Still the lights
Is the world awake yet?
Are my sins back?
A sin called reality calls
On so many nights like these
So many haunted faces come back
Those I’ve lost
Those I’ve left
Those that left me behind
A stillness in the air
Still in the heart
Only those with meaning walk at this hour
Either that or those who walk totally lost
In this
The 5am
Inside the out door
Travel begins
Maybe this time, we’re in luck
This time around, no visitors
No plagues to be brought
No fortunes sold
Get up kid
See that place in front of you
The big wide world
Take it
The highway of love
Keep it going
Going, going far
Keep it on the road,
Reach far out
To blue sky and valley nights
Reach out
To those stars once again
More great news for the short sci fi/horror film FIST written and directed by Gavin Hignight. The film is an official selection for MILE HIGH HORROR FILM FESTIVAL taking place at Alamo Drafthouse Denver!
The festival is October 9-12th and tickets are available HERE.
Night traveler
Under cloak
Near darkness
Sprinkled by lights of the city
Haunted by a past few others can see
But I can see
I can see your specter
Over the weekend we had a fantastic time at Hollyshorts Film Festival. The Sunday night Sci Fi Block had the premiere of FIST. The Film was written, directed and produced by Gavin, it stars JD Mendonca and David Dean Bottrell. Audience response to the film was exactly what we were hoping for. We were pleased not only to be in the festival, but to be in the block with so many great short science fiction films. A BIG THANKS to Hollyshorts for having us.
PHOTOS by BRIAN ERZEN DESIGN
Coyote Trail
Waiting for that big break
For the breakers
For the light
For the end of this long night
Wander the path
Coyote Trail
Searching for food
For life
Wading through the early morning light
Stretching out what’s left of your coyote night
In these hills
Where man has taken over
Spiders hide at day
Coyotes hunt at night
We lay still in darkness
In heat
In light
We wander
We search
We climb that trail
The new wanderings
Almost warn the boots out again
The heart too
Cracks in the concrete
Cracks in the road
Endless
Nights
Days
Wanderings
Weary man on the road
A weary face in the mirror
Where to?
Where from?
Wandering
Headlights in the distance
A pair of broken hearts
Wandering the road
We feel the breeze
The night
The walk
The dreams
Which have walked in
And walked away
So far away from here
It’s the new wanderings now
A weary man on these roads
No more rearview, no more mirror
Cracks in the concrete
Cracks in the heart