Eric Cloutier Movies

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

20 minute experimental film.

Wax and wane until there is naught but boring pain.

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

Platitudes begin at peaks then rapidly descend and dismantle in order to ascend more acutely until they repeatedly and successively overwhelm.

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

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

5 minute experimental film.

Pounding backbeats beaten by [(Don't Get)] warm[welcomes]th.

Trite, closed memories flagrantly bleed into profuse openings mixed & held together by retaliatory colorations & obfuscations.

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

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

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

1 minute experimental film.

A 'reversal' of Jean-Léon Gérôme's 1872 painting Pollice Verso.