Our hero returns with more stories what life is like in Armageddon in this short film. This time in the post apocalyptic world, he battles zombies and something more deadly…
“Imagine shouting into an empty well, and not even having an echo”
Planet Earth is dying. In the fallout of a catastrophic nuclear war, the few remaining survivors float aimlessly above the planet in individual escape pods, looking down helplessly as nuclear gas clouds dissolve the few remaining areas of land mass. One of these survivors, Mandy Sweats, has lost contact with the other survivors – and their only salvation seems to be a mysterious frequency, beaming in from a place way out in the cosmos. But the frequency seems to have insidious intentions…
Frequency From Deep Space is the 4th short film from ‘drag thing’ Mandy Sweats. Drawing inspiration from the surreal horror of JG Ballard and the camp silliness of 70’s Doctor Who, it deals with the gnawing desperation of isolation by dragging it to its most frightening conclusion.
In a cyberpunk style world Two drunk robots find a bungee jumping platform on top of a skyscraper.
Drunk as the buddies are, they are unable to think of the consequences their actions have. So one of them takes the risk and jumps into the seemingly endless death drop.
From the view point of the waiting robot we see that the rope strains. When his friend gets back up again we see the awful result.
At first the robot is shocked. But he will find a way to save his buddy.
15 minutes can feel like an eternity, a month of Sundays or just pass-by in a flash. What would you do, if you have 15 minutes only? He sought refuge in a place where time and space could be constant. In a facility where his name became a number. But now, he escaped to no destinations. And his time is always running out as all the threads begin to converge.
15 minutes can feel like an eternity, a month of Sundays or just pass-by in a flash. What would you do, if you have 15 minutes only? He sought refuge in a place where time and space could be constant. In a facility where his name became a number. But now, he escaped to no destinations. And his time is always running out as all the threads begin to converge.