Eric Cloutier Movies

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

Steadily reading while/becomes treading into murky waters.

Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.

Centrist revelations abound among repetitions & revisitings.

4 minute experimental film.

Radical recurrences & rancorous requests raze my daze.

Lights flicker & fade as focus shifts from artificial to natural light, ending on a second artificial light speeding through the blackened miasma...

Rather pointless, rather stilted, fetid; not what we want us going after.

7 minute experimental film.

Setting, settling; still seething as I barely breathe.

On the Clickity-clack Express it's clear I'm always under duress, unless I forget.

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

There is nothing left to do but complain.

Hiding inside&out, writhing about, taken out&in.

(Some of us) Still run down the same [mental&emotional] streets we revered/reproached/replaced as children.

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

4 minute experimental film.

20 minute experimental film.

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

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