Eric Cloutier Movies

Return to 'burn' only to find out you're already in that urn.

Tones rise and fall as images replicate and reorder, dizzying, nauseating -- vexing.

Slowed, stowed, achingly retold.

REMIXXX'd is the execution of the director's 8 previous works thru simultaneity.

There is nothing left to do but complain.

I really hope this is well-received. I really hope there's some sort of reprieve.

This cacophony runs over me, over everything I see, everything I want to see: it's me.

Locked away but not away; somewhere nearby but unreachable, a periphery so notfaroff it's always in sight.

Shadows frighten what one oughtn't be gripping (that thing before/hind you).

It's time the times met each other over & over.

Running up that [mountainous-outcropping] because there is none of this that's stopping.

Don't ask me why, but I feel we're about to cry trying.

Something I know or something I was told? When something scalding translates something to behold.

Strings together what's strung together (please use yr tether).

Still it's really tall. Still it's really floundering/falling/fading.