A street in Oakland. Early morning hours. A motion. Music. A few sound bits. Someone paints the wall of a studio. Colors. Broken televisions. A street in Oakland. Early morning hours. A motion. Different music. Columbus. End.
"To counteract the talkie I had done with graduate student the day before, this undergrad project has no dialogue but just a steady stream of images we dreamed up on the spot. A psychodrama that’s heavy on the beefcake, our picture deals with the sexual dementia of a sex addict undergoing...
