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This Is Love (A Short Film by Tim Kail)
Greetings, one and all. It's officially Christmas so I'm sharing my latest short film with you. Dances With Films called it: A very true to life r...
THE PALE WRAITH
The wind came first, thin, needling, full of ash. He rode where the land broke its own bones, where stone jutted like exposed teeth and the sky ha...
007 : THE DEAD DON’T CLOCK OUT
The first thing Bond felt was cold. Not the romantic kind, no poetic rain, no moonlit reflection. This was institutional cold, the kind poured i...
007 : NO FLAG BURNS FOREVER
The dead don’t haunt you all at once. They come back in pieces, reflections in glass, names you never say out loud, the smell of cordite when rai...
007 : EXECUTION CHAIN
The man died without a sound. Bond watched him slump forward across the café table, the espresso still steaming between them, a thin red line runni...
The Punisher : THE MEASURE OF MEN
The rain came down sideways, the kind that felt deliberate. Like it had been sent. Frank Castle stood under a flickering streetlight three blocks s...