In the summer of 2008 we decided to shoot a feature film. I cobbled together a script and longtime Brittainfilms collaborator Mike Walsh agreed to produce. We found an defunct pasta factory that a couple of eccentric business men owned and used to stash all their oddball stuff, from piles of ceramic molds to rows and rows of doors they had salvaged from other projects.
Filming dragged on through the summer and into the fall and winter. Editing dragged out another two years. The footage we had shot bore some relation to the script I had written, but there were plenty of areas where plans fell through, extras never showed up, or what we shot just didn’t work as originally anticipated.
I’m quite proud of the result. Sometimes a psychedelic freak out, sometimes a slow, meditative drama. I don’t think there is anything else quite like it out there.