Nightmare in Black & White

Welcome to my 3rd dramatic film short, Nightmare in Black & White, a trek into both the subconscious, and unconscious mind where the endless avenues often contain the darkest shadows waiting to be released.

In this film short, I once again visit my love of modelling, acting, and telling a dramatic story as I portray myself lost in a nightmare that I cannot wake from. I'm sure many of you have experienced these horrid "dreams" where reality has no bounds, no reason, and you are left to ponder whether it actually happened, as you awaken in a pool of cold sweat, fighting for your breath, and questioning your sanity -- even reality itself.

Many of these well-photographed stills were both creatively and exceptionally shot by my wonderfully talented, dear, late friend, and photographer, Salvatore (Sammy) Restivo, whose talents knew no bounds within the Arts. He knew me exceptionally well, knew my ability, and never settled for "that's okay", "not bad", or "we can do better". It was stellar perfection, and nothing less. He would be having a blast both directing and shooting these dramatic film shorts, and it warms me to know that he no doubt loves every part of it. I miss him greatly, not only his exceptional talent behind the lens, his imaginative sets, as well as his direction, but his solid, stellar friendship.

* Please refer to this dialogue chart below explaining the images as they tell the story.

Image 1: The phone rings, engaging Rusty the model for a photo shoot that sounds questionable, as she asks as to why she must come alone.

#2 The shoot has begun, with the photog directing, "Show me more innocence."

#3 "Keep it sweet for the camera, darling, trust me," he encourages while winking his eye suggestively.

#4 Wondering at his wording, Rusty questions, "What do you mean, you'd like me to trust you?"

#5 Suddenly, a loud, ominous noise sounds above the studio ceiling. "What's that odd noise, " Rusty asks, totally startled.

#6 "Now, show me your eyes, sweetheart," the photog encourages, watching intently for signs of a coming collapse following a few glasses of wine.

#7 Not believing what he's looking at, he exclaims, "Wow, Rusty, your pupils have totally dilated! Best take it easy!"

#8 In a soothing tone, he continues, "I believe you're losing it, so let me help you change your outfit before you lie down."

#9 With pride in his voice, he says, "There now, you're perfectly positioned for the revealing lens."

#10 The sequence suddenly takes an odd, eerie turn with an ear-piercing howl, as the photog bellows, "Scream as loud as you want, babe! No one will hear you, and in a moment you won't feel a damn thing!"

#11 Rusty begins to feel a cold existence within a stark, white room. Not a sound is heard, until a deep voice announces, "The autopsy is complete, and I've repaired her as good as I can. In a moment she will be readied for her final performance. Has the crew arrived?"

#12 The air has warmed, yet Rusty cannot move. A voice is heard somewhere above her, stating, "You have been beautifully arranged upon a pedestal, perfectly styled for your public viewing soon to begin. One would never know what happened to you. Great job, peeps!"

#13 Rusty struggles to free herself from the immense web that is holding her prisoner. She fights to awaken, begging this horrid nightmare to release her, as she silently screams, "This can't be happening! I can't be dead!!" Trembling, she silently cries, "It didn't happen ... It couldn't have ... Oooh, it had to have been a nightmare, just had to be..." Suddenly, the alarm clock resting on the nightable sounds, signalling a new day.

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Rusty.

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