Short Film Saturday: Dixon Experimental Sound Film (1894)

Contrary to what many believe, there were experiments with sound in the silent era. The first of which is this short clip of a fiddler playing a song as two men danced. The motion picture has had people testing its bounds and limits from the start.

Short Film Saturday: Edison Kinetoscopic Record of a Sneeze (1894)

Thomas Edison was many things, some admirable, some not as much. One thing that’s undeniable is that he was a great believer in the copyright and the patent. So much so that he nearly suffocated the fledgling art & science of film in its infancy. However, he did set some precedents and this is one: he was the first to copyright the content of a film.


Short Film Saturday: The Heights (SC Featured)

It’s been too long since I did a Short Film Saturday. This short doc that first aired on Sportscenter, and I just watched it for the first time. It links into a vacation I just took (to Williamsport to the Little League World Series), which is only a small reason for my recent hiatus.

It shows not only the importance of youth programming but also how increased interaction between police and their communit can affect change. Enjoy!

Short Film: Meet A Muslim


If you wish to merely view the short film scroll to the bottom, and enjoy! If you want some of my reasoning for selecting it today, read on.


I happened upon this short film on Facebook the other day and I wanted to share it on Saturday, but I’ve been slacking on this blog. In light of today’s events in Orlando, it bears sharing.

It’s exhaustive to have to have to constantly remind people that there over a billion Muslims in the world and a prerequisite of the faith is not fundamentalism, which is the largest danger.

Other faiths, ethnicities, and races have perpetrate horrid acts in the past, sometimes as the will of a majority rather than a minority. It does not mean we should shut out the world.

The sole comment I got to this video on Facebook reconfirmed my commitment to sharing it. Furthermore, inspired some pseudo-poetry on my part.

I refuse to judge…

Americans by the Ku Klux Klan,
Germans based on Nazis,
Muslims based on Al Qaeda or Isis,
Christians by the Crusaders.

I refuse to judge.

I refuse to live in fear of…


I refuse to live in fear.

If you choose to live in fear
you truly fear to live.

And that’s the bottom line: it’s choice, this exclusionary fear. You can read here how closely the events of 9/11 affected me. Not that I’ve been immune since; I’ve breathed a sigh of relief, trembled and cried when friends and family “checked in as safe” on Facebook. But again it’s a choice.

I am not a Muslim, but I have met some. I identify with the group that was targeted in this latest heinous act of terrorism, but I choose not to generalize. In his groundbreaking documentary on the Holocaust, Night and Fog, Alain Resnais asks: “Who is responsible then?” In answering this question lately we, as a society, have a tendency to be far too inclusionary in assigning blame. The blame is not to be split a billion ways. The sole blame for the act lies with one man and one extremist organization. A list of enablers is a bit longer but features many more “home grown” culprits.

It’s also important to note that this attack and the thwarted one in Los Angeles comes during the month of Ramadan. Plotting this sort of act contrary to the teachings of Mohammed during the holiest of months shows you how far afield this sort of action is from the core of the faith.

Short Film Saturday: The Birth of the Goalie of the 2001 F.A. Cup Final

Mike Leigh’s improvisational filmmaking style did not come to him out of thin air. It was developed and one way in which he did is through short films. This one movies and tells a simple story quickly and economically. Here is Open Culture’s take:

The short, which consists of ten vignettes spanning a half-dozen years, is about a couple deciding whether or not to have a baby. The nameless bloke repeatedly asks his reluctant partner, “Wouldn’t it be great to have a kid?” At the end of the movie, he’s kicking the ball around with his young son. The end. It is almost as if Leigh wanted to see how little backstory and character psychology he could get away with.