A look at artist Mark Hicks of Manhattan Beach, California, a quadriplegic since falling out of a tree at age 14. His work is examined, along with a discussion of his being a student at UCLA, culminating with his first gallery show in San Francisco.
Category: Short
Darren Aronofsky’s AFI short opens with angry slacker Dave sitting in a dreary, empty junk yard. Dave stares into space, sips beer, and beats the hell out of a cracked guitar. We quickly realize the emptiness of the dump parallels the emptiness of Dave’s life which consists of smoking weed, staring at television screens and watching mentally retarded school children. Dave’s friend Pete is shortly introduced, along with their friend, Ari, who despite calling her pals losers, doesn’t seem to accomplishing much herself. These three are going nowhere fast. They’re the amoebas of life… protozoa….
Story of a long and fateful night that unfolds when Norman, a man haunted by the memory of his slain brother, recognizes a gas station attendant as the man who murdered his brother sixteen years earlier.
Hibakusha is the Japanese word for the survivors of the American bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. This powerful and moving documentary focuses on a few of the eighty hibakusha who journeyed from Japan to New York in June, 1982, to take part in peace demonstrations held to coincide with the Second United Nations Special Session on Disarmament. They came to urge the nations of the world to prevent nuclear war. Instead of concentrating on the physical suffering of the victims, the film reveals the mental anguish of the hibakusha, who are still haunted by nightmares.
One train journey between two stations: the first one and the last one. In a second class compartment a traveler meets all kinds of people with all kinds of fates but fails to find a friend. As alone as at the beginning of the journey, he takes his suitcase, gets off the train, and disappears in the night.
A couple is pursued by the police and citizens of a city for the crime of having invented love. In every corner of the city, on the walls of the bars, on the doors of public buildings, in the windows of the bus, even that wall ruined through radio ads and detergents in the small shop window, where no one enters the lobby of the railway station which was the home of our hope of escape, a poster denounces our love.