Over 30 filmmakers and friends of Strand Releasing have come together to honor the company’s indelible contribution to independent cinema over the past thirty years. The participating filmmakers have each created a short film for the project, all shot on iPhones.
Sex and drugs-getting hooked and getting off –can be addicting. For Drew (Brad Hallowell), eking out a mundane life in Waterville, Maine, it is resisting the illicit pleasure in New York; for Mistress Datina (Philly), it means operating a sex and drug den to cope with her life. In his visually...
In a Japanese-American family, the mother is stealing the terminally ill grandpa's morphine, the airhead sister is having sex with the family lawyer, one brother gets perfect grades but is hiding a secret gay love of skinheads, and the other brother is a junkie. Over the course of one evening, the...
Teenage London is trying to find meaning in the world, or a leather jacket of her own. Unaccepted by neither the Mods or the Asian biker gang, she tries to find her own path. Meanwhile, the two gangs maintain a mutual vendetta sure to erupt in a smorgasbord of violence.
Del Valle's first film poignantly portrays the angst of a breakup complicated by feelings of betrayal as a Latina woman leaves her lover of the same cultural background for a white woman.
A very special shipment of tainted pork arrives in Santa Fe, N.M., transforming anyone who eats it into a brilliant, but psychotic, braniac -- including a dimwitted bimbo and a punk botanist who can now hear her beloved plants.
Part AC/DC, part Jacques Derrida. An experimental film made as a response to the critical theory aspects of the filmmakers degree and academic film criticism.
The sun is bright, the dirt is sacred and the weed is dry 7,000 feet above sea level. Really dry. And every hit is harsh. Time stands still here. The land is challenging and mankind's presence is sparse. There's a lot of nothing and the vast stretch of space leaves you lonesome. Welcome to The Land...
“Obscene, energetic, and grotesque… DER ELVIS is less a barbaric yawp than a 20-minute retch, building in ferocity until the final unctuous voice-over.” - The Village Voice, J. Hoberman, 11-24-87
