Eric Cloutier Movies

It's time the times met each other over & over.

Onward, upward, greener [redder] grasstures.

Setting, settling; still seething as I barely breathe.

Beyond all human restraint lies one's lugubrious layers of paint.

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

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

1 minute experimental film.

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

Rather pointless, rather stilted, fetid; not what we want us going after.

Running up that [mountainous-outcropping] because there is none of this that's stopping.

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

Flitter like tittertatter trying to breathe while working, like a mad hatter; the outofbreath feeling rising from recursive reforgettings (or their...

5 minute experimental film.

Radical recurrences & rancorous requests raze my daze.

Hiding inside&out, writhing about, taken out&in.

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

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

6 minute experimental film.

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

Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.