Geoffrey L. Breedon
Writer - Producer - Director
   

06.22.05

Not much news about the film. Still entering festivals. Perseverance is my watchword.

I've wanted to blog more, but there just isn't enough news about the film to make it worth the while.

I've been thinking lately about shooting a short film of Pop! Culture. The idea is to shoot the first 12 minutes as a stand alone short film and call it Pop! Lite: The Future of America™.

I'm still working on the script, but when it's finished I'll post it. You can read the full version if you want.

There's an article in the London Times about how the G8 nations are still selling weapons to the world's worst regimes.

There is at least a partial solution to this I think. Again, I recommend checking out the website for No Profit From Suffering and in particular the petition against making a profit from the manufacture and sale of weapons.

Not much more on my mind other that trying to finish this novel I'm working on by the end of the summer. It's a science fiction kids adventure that takes place on a starship traveling between galaxies. The interior populations of the ship are segregated based on how much technology they use and in many cases their religion as wall. Jeddu and his two friends from an Amish like town are trust into an whirlwind adventure as they try to track down Jed's missing brother. The book is an opportunity to comment on society and technology, and hopefully teach kids about science and religion.

I'll leave you with a random quote form the film

FIRST DAIMON: "I was born in the silken under-pocket of my mother's dreams, wedged there between her regrets of the past, her fears of the present, and her hopes for the future. It was a nurturing place where both succor and solace could be found in equal measure. But it was not a place where I could remain, where I could rest. There would be no rest, only the endless search for a shelter as safe and embracing as my mother's arms. But there is no such shelter, no house that cannot be blown down, no tree that will not fall, no cave that will not crush us. There are no places for hiding when the world falls apart. There are only pieces to walk among."

 

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