A writer tries to find his rhythm through a musical and cacophonous analog beat-down on himself and his typewriter.
I think we've all been there. We can't get the idea in our head articulated well enough on the page. The easiest and most satisfying thing to do is just stop and convince yourself that it will come later. But it doesn't. All we can do is sit there and keep typing, starting over, finding the music in our chaotic minds to allow a flow to happen. This film was a creative detour during a massive writing drought of mine. I just needed to express how I was feeling so I got my camera, a few lights, and laid out the ground rules: "Joe, you're gonna create something here alone, and you're typewriter is gonna be the Shark that Doesn't Work. Until it does." And here we are. 90 seconds of a guy saying he's not good enough, until he realizes that doesn't matter. All that matters is the music and rhythm and the will to keep going. Joe Aliberti