Life Coach is a short film about cults, and power relations/control. It stars Dale Hooley as a man admitting himself into the mysterious Goldfinch Institute to find his missing sister; his assigned life coach (played by Kelly Freemantle) begins his counselling sessions, keeping an eye on his activity the whole time.
[Dated June 2016] I met somebody at work today. There was something about his eyes that rang hollow like the kind of expression I imagine people see me to have. It’s not often that I see that look in people – there’s usually just that standard manufactured glaze that digs really deep inside me, realising how inevitable everything really is.
I was surprised by the weather. I don't know why, it being the vague start of summer and all, but you never know in England. I was sitting in the sun, smoking a rollup, listening to 'Major Leagues' by Pavement (from their final album, 1999's Terror Twilight), and drinking a can of Sprite.
I’ve been walking through black spots and wind Sun-coloured trees, a fear of the beach The water beyond it could drag me down at any moment
Third Cinema purposefully deviated from classical Hollywood stylings; it saw classical Hollywood cinema as “synonymous with spectacle or entertainment: in a word, it was one more consumer good”, and that “[a]t best, films succeeded in bearing witness to the decay of bourgeois values and testifying to social injustice.”
[Dated June 2016] The collar of my shirt is soaked through, and my feet are sweating so much that it feels as if I’m walking through a swamp. The girl behind the counter asks me for ID, and I take out my provisional driving licence.
[Dated October 2015 and July 2016] Drawing near to the end now. I’m ready for it. I think. Been waiting for them to come for me for a while now. It’s a nice room – not too cold, not too warm. Full air conditioning, what a rarity – and it’s quiet for miles around.
The tower block collapses in the distance. A lonely high-rise condemned Just like we have been.
[Dated late 2014] Somebody knocks on my door and I try to stand but fall back down. I try to stand again and this time my legs grace me with regular use and I stumble to the door with the bottle of beer in my hand. I open the door.
Hey, so this page is essentially just an outlet for most of the writing I do in my free time. I mostly write fiction, my preferred format being that of the novel, although they won't be posted here and will instead be self-published through an on-demand printing and digital service, probably through Amazon or something. So… Continue reading Intro