Eric Cloutier Movies

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

Setting, settling; still seething as I barely breathe.

3 minute experimental film.

Don't ask me why, but I feel we're about to cry trying.

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.

1 minute experimental film.

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

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

Say Om as you reach home only to realize you never really left/stopped saying Om.

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

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

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

REMIXXX'd is the execution of the director's 8 previous works thru simultaneity.

Onward, upward, greener [redder] grasstures.

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

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

Slowed, stowed, achingly retold.

4 minute experimental film.

Radical recurrences & rancorous requests raze my daze.