COLD FEET

INT. YOUNG MAN’S LIVING ROOM- UNSPEC. TIME

YOUNG MAN, Ichabod Crane-esque, is sitting in the middle of his decaying 60’s styled home, on a love seat, by himself. Deep in thought, he runs his hands through his hair. He fidgets with the buttons on his semi-unbuttoned tuxedo shirt, and cannot seem to become comfortable on the loveseat.

Feeling the frustration, YOUNG MAN begins pacing around the living room. Reaching into his pocket, He pulls out a wedding ring, looks at it in the palm of his hand. It is a tarnished, beaten up, Cracker Jack quality ring that has probably been in his family for generations. He places it on his finger and stares, somewhat baffled. He buries the ring in the depths of his pocket at his continues to pace.
He soon finds a piece of paper in the same pocket. It is a “grocery” list which reads, “THINGS YOU NEED: GUTS.” YOUNG MAN walks towards the entrance of the home, and leaves.

TITLE CARD SEQUENCE-

COLD FEET
a short film by jordan e. ramsier
is written on the inside of box which would usually be holding a pair of the young man’s wingtips.

INT. YOUNG MAN’S KITCHEN- UNSPEC. TIME

YOUNG MAN returns from the “grocery store” and enters the kitchen. He is carrying a bloody, dripping, and overflowing brown paper bag full of various meats. He sets the bag down on the kitchen table, rolls his sleeves up, and begins washing his stained hands in the kitchen sink. He glances at YOUNG WOMAN.

A young and, considering the circumstances, attractive young woman can’t decide whether to reach for him, or for the bag. She tries walking toward the bag, then towards YOUNG MAN. She is wearing a wedding dress with the absolute minimal number of blood stains upon it. She is a zombie. She is securely chained to the stove. A fading-carnal look is upon her face as she experiences her desires.

YOUNG MAN finishes washing his hands and begins his feeding YOUNG WOMAN. Bacon, intestines, liver, are all handfed to the young bride in a way only a husband could. Towards the end of the meal, YOUNG MAN finds himself curiously biting into a raw piece of meat, but he quickly spits it out. With the meal dying down, YOUNG MAN washes his hands again, and then digs out the vacuum cleaner to clean the bloody mess around his wife’s lips by sucking it up.

He pulls up a chair from the kitchen table and faces it towards the stove. He pours a tall glass of bourbon for himself and stares at YOUNG WOMAN.

Without having touched the glass, and noticing the lifeless look on the newlywed’s face, he plugs in the blender and tries to puree her ring finger’s belonging appendage. He can’t go through with it. He stuffs her head inside of oven and turns the gas on. She resists and tries to reach for him whilst being inside.

Having given up, he slides down the kitchen wall a few feet away from YOUNG WOMAN and slouches on the floor. He sits there, barely blinking, just as a little slack gives in his wife’s chains allowing her to move one step closer to him, while still completely restrained. He doesn’t notice.

CUT TO BLACK

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Rolaroid: the rollergirl mix. -- the yellow journalist
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a "digital stereo 8" a.k.a. 8-track, was made late last year as an anachronistic mix-tape for/ode to rollergirl. the self-imposed rules: all on one .mp3 file, could not be over 30 minutes, eclectic and semi-esoteric 70s music only, and a short intermission for aesthetic purposes. several of the cuts have been slightly tweaked, edited, or manipulated in an effort to elevate the work to valid artistic expression (yet only the reader can determine if it achieves that goal); i.e. sometimes only a few seconds of a track is used, some tracks overlap, a few puns are included, etc. some transitions are smooth, others slightly awkward, but always surreal and dreamlike. and, intimate in both senses of the word. because every rollergirl deserves a boogie knight.

(artists and song titles have been omitted to enhance the first listening experience, but will be shared gladly upon request.)

...aren't we all vying for the love of fictional characters?

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meat and potatoes post of my top 10 of '08:


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#1: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=VCWLILV0