Greetings viewer,
This is a retrospective commentary on the arthouse boxsmasher 'We don't need dresses, we do'.
It is an insight (or should that be, incite!) into the film making process, whilst simultaneously being a film.
It is a postmodern leap into the unknown - the viewer becomes pupil of the masterful directors, whilst simultaneously being members of the audience. It reconstructs the meta-narrative of humanities story telling oeuvre into an abstract swirl of life and vibrancy, crushing all history in its mighty wake.
The fourth wall is knocked down, kicked around, scooped up, boiled and used as tarmac to create the pavement to heaven set by these two maverick, happy-go-merry, off-the-wall film makers with a dream; the desire to make films that make peoples inner-phantoms evaporate into a gust of pure energy-smash.
Yours,
The Embassy of Fools
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8irAc3BtSs
This is a retrospective commentary on the arthouse boxsmasher 'We don't need dresses, we do'.
It is an insight (or should that be, incite!) into the film making process, whilst simultaneously being a film.
It is a postmodern leap into the unknown - the viewer becomes pupil of the masterful directors, whilst simultaneously being members of the audience. It reconstructs the meta-narrative of humanities story telling oeuvre into an abstract swirl of life and vibrancy, crushing all history in its mighty wake.
The fourth wall is knocked down, kicked around, scooped up, boiled and used as tarmac to create the pavement to heaven set by these two maverick, happy-go-merry, off-the-wall film makers with a dream; the desire to make films that make peoples inner-phantoms evaporate into a gust of pure energy-smash.
Yours,
The Embassy of Fools
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8irAc3BtSs
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