*stirs cold eggs*
A deep indie film.
An assiduous forebearer called James Smith strives to make ends meet as an American man. His wife gives cautionary warnings: divorce. He may be laid off from his job because of carpal tunnel.
But there is a silver lining, eight hours a day he can dream...
*stirs cold eggs*
I have NO IDEA what the fuck just happened
a nice view on james smith's adventures in the jungle of the modern life.
pain, joy, love, hatred and sibling rivalry are just a few of the feelings in the surface.
the rest, the rest are even deeper feelings....
fear of the unknown, fear of loss, and the constant conflict between right and wrong.
we see james trying to feed his family and to support his child and wive, and we hope that he will succeed.
and then... 8 hours per day, he can dream.
about a better future.
a good art film.
bravo!
happy clock-day sire.
What?
Although you may feel that your life is a mundane circle of day to day dreaming, at 1:36 I saw that kid try to look back at you and I knew what ye was feeling. "There's something about this person behind me. I can't put my finger on it, but I know this is no ordinary subway ride home."
How strange it would have been for everyone had they known that for the most brief of moments, they shared space with the great StrawberryClock.
Fifened.