Tyson Storozinski

With everything is embarrassing, director Kurt Walker appropriates a self-shot living room hangout for a recounting of a friend’s night out at a club that ended in heartbreak and disappointment, culled from the story’s original telling in a Skype conversation between the two.

Witches seduce drunken men at a local bar.

Two circles move in not-quite unison; a camera tracks a car which, later, tracks a track, all forced contact and slow speed, velocity crying out for inertia like friendship, a time apart in the digital flow of perpetual motion to talk and listen and know, where history sits calmly and speaks slowly as a tangent-you have to pick precisely the right angle, as he picks precisely the right word, and stick with it, and, again, listen-to these online concentricities as it gradually reveals that what from one distance looked sturdy is, from in fact the same distance but different light, a mess in constant need of untangling (And so you see that Walter Benjamin's Angel has no choice but to turn his back to the future.) and that in the face of this monumental facing up, literal project of lifetimes, there is absolutely nothing but love.

A virtual love story set in Vancouver, New York, and the dying world of a massively multiplayer online role playing game.

Two circles move in not-quite unison; a camera tracks a car which, later, tracks a track, all forced contact and slow speed, velocity crying out for inertia like friendship, a time apart in the digital flow of perpetual motion to talk and listen and know, where history sits calmly and speaks slowly as a tangent-you have to pick precisely the right angle, as he picks precisely the right word, and stick with it, and, again, listen-to these online concentricities as it gradually reveals that what from one distance looked sturdy is, from in fact the same distance but different light, a mess in constant need of untangling (And so you see that Walter Benjamin's Angel has no choice but to turn his back to the future.) and that in the face of this monumental facing up, literal project of lifetimes, there is absolutely nothing but love.

Two circles move in not-quite unison; a camera tracks a car which, later, tracks a track, all forced contact and slow speed, velocity crying out for inertia like friendship, a time apart in the digital flow of perpetual motion to talk and listen and know, where history sits calmly and speaks slowly as a tangent-you have to pick precisely the right angle, as he picks precisely the right word, and stick with it, and, again, listen-to these online concentricities as it gradually reveals that what from one distance looked sturdy is, from in fact the same distance but different light, a mess in constant need of untangling (And so you see that Walter Benjamin's Angel has no choice but to turn his back to the future.) and that in the face of this monumental facing up, literal project of lifetimes, there is absolutely nothing but love.

An isolated young man begins to realize something is wrong within his new apartment complex.

An isolated young man begins to realize something is wrong within his new apartment complex.

A virtual love story set in Vancouver, New York, and the dying world of a massively multiplayer online role playing game.

Based on the novel by Leo Perutz, a young man is handcuffed and explores spaces around a universal city.