Eric Cloutier Movies

Wax and wane until there is naught but boring pain.

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

1 minute experimental film.

5 minute experimental film.

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

6 minute experimental film.

Running up that [mountainous-outcropping] because there is none of this that's stopping.

3 minute experimental film.

"a feeling of listlessness and dissatisfaction arising from a lack of occupation or excitement."

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

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

4 minute experimental film.

Tones rise and fall as images replicate and reorder, dizzying, nauseating -- vexing.

Time plods along in spattered irregularities as anger and depression coalesce in confusing amalgamations.

Return to 'burn' only to find out you're already in that urn.

This cacophony runs over me, over everything I see, everything I want to see: it's me.

Lines align during acclimated apexes, shadowy vertices, and bright burrows.

I really hope this is well-received. I really hope there's some sort of reprieve.

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

10 minute experimental film.