Original Short Film (Blake House)

Original Short film (Blake House)

AI is killing creativity! You can sport it a mile off in the hands and the eyes! The eyes! The eyes!

That’s what mediocre folk who have been phoning it in for years will tell you. Personally, I don’t think they have the right idea. A. It doesn’t need to be as good as our best; it just needs to be better than Suicide Squad. Right now, it gives the Shane Black banality bomb ‘The Predator’ a very good run for its money. So, it’s better to learn how to integrate rather than let the wave assimilate. 

The original short film is a technical voyage into its ability; sd s msn of a certain age and temperament, and yes, it’s resonant. It’s got that part in life many of my male peers went thought in their 20s of being listless while comfortably lost. We were not dodging bullets. We were trying to escape our inertia, and the lead did the typical actions we often did: petty fights with the house and the awkward nostalgia fest of ten years before, which was replete with laughter tracks. The face overlaying constantly like a ha. I’m hoping some random woman would take us by the hand, and then it should all be ok. It’s a fantasy and a dynamic one, which is the key.

 I would not say this is an original short film. You take the overlays out, and you have seen similar, normally with granny black and white in the 90s and Joy Division rolling over the end credits. But at five minutes, the wheels don’t have time to come off. It’s a colourful reboot of angst and oes give wry warmth that the singers may change, but the chords remain the same. Check it out.