Eric Cloutier Movies

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

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

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

Radical recurrences & rancorous requests raze my daze.

10 minute experimental film. Warning: this video involves frequent strobing.

Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.

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

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

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

Tales of old springing forth underlying dissatisfaction with current states of being.

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

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

Remembrances past, remind me to pass.

20 minute experimental film.

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

Locked away but not away; somewhere nearby but unreachable, a periphery so notfaroff it's always in sight.

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

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

Setting, settling; still seething as I barely breathe.

Trite, closed memories flagrantly bleed into profuse openings mixed & held together by retaliatory colorations & obfuscations.