Made by MeghanThis is the sixth episode of my web series SiftingRealities. At the end of episode 4, Belinda seems to think she’s got this whole “sifting” thing under control, but does she?
Oh, those are shortbread cookies she is making and eating in the final scene… I’ll post the recipe later on today.
In our fifth episode of SiftingRealities, Belinda attempts to exert some sort of control over the craziness she thinks her brain is projecting… if the pills won’t work perhaps she can find away to stop the other realities from bleeding into her own…
“I’m not as judgemental as you always make me seem.” Ah, Marie (played by Valerie McNicol), you rock though you alone are enough to keep Belinda tiptoeing the edge of sanity!
Cookies: Fudge Yogurt Cookies
This episode was my favourite on the page, a worry in the casting (boy, was I silly, because the cast additions: Eliza Faria, who plays Annie and Sebastian Kroon, who plays Courier/Zombie Stan totally rock), and took the longest to cut/tweak/colour but, through all that, I STILL think it is my all round favourite episode. I have written a number of feature films that are based in the zombie or creature genre, but this was my first time shooting/directing a zombie piece and, I must reflect, the actors did all the great work and I just directed the camera and cut it all together.
Synopsis: Belinda (CARMEN BENNETT) is disturbed to find someone other than Lise at her back door to pick up cookies. After a confrontation with this new courier (SEBASTIAN KROON), Belinda discovers a zombie in the backyard. Issue: the child Annie (ELIZA FARIA) is hiding in a playhouse. Also featured is JESSE SCARF as D.
Cookies: (ZOMBIE) GINGERBREAD. Recipe & pictures to come!
…though I was supposed to be locking cut on SiftingRealities, Episode One today, I did take a few moments to jot down a few scenes floating around in my head. One of them kind of goes like this:
He didn’t much like taking the lead, but no one else was communicating effectively. He turned to the one with the purple hair, the one who’d been doing all the demanding:
“And you are?”
“I’m the witch.”
The squad rumbled with derogatory laughter until the Chief cleared his throat and every one settled to their listening.
“And you?” he asked the black clad one.
“I’m the ninja.”
More laughter erupted and even the Chief was now looking more pissed than amused. Just to cap off this debacle, he thought he might as well go three for three, so he half turned his attention to her… the one who hadn’t spoken, the one who seemed to like to touch things. She didn’t look over at him, but he could tell by the stiffing of her spine that she felt his gaze.
“And her?”
“She’s why you called us. She’s the reader,” the self-identified witch answered.
“She reads?” he heard the sarcasm he was trying to suppress with the aid of his mandated anger management classes edge this unnecessary question. Was that a smile on the edges of her perfectly formed lips? The witch was certainly smiling.
“Yes.”
“Don’t we all?”
“You’d be surprised.”
“By the lack of literacy or her ability to read?” he was attempting mollifying seriousness. These people certainly seemed to believe the shit coming out of their mouths.
“Both.”
“That’s not confusing at all, and what do you mean ‘we called’?”
“You’re dealing with something you can’t understand.”
“And you’re here to explain it?” that got him a few laughs from the peanut gallery. Even the Chief snorted.
“Not at all. We’re here to make it go away and you to forget it ever happened.”
Now… he didn’t like the sound of that at all.