On February 17th 2007, DW Frydendall and Gris
Grimly got together for a few drinks. Innocent as
this may sound, this night would mark a turning
point for both of their lives.After a bottle of red wine and a bottle of whiskey,
Gris brought out his camera. The two embarked
on a trip of human profanity that would brand it's
horrid image in their brains forever.Two hours later and a budget of a loaf of bread, a
bottle of mustard and one soiled curtain, a film of
such perversity was stained on digital tape.No preconceived concept. No script. No storyboards. No tripod. No dolly. No crane. No lighting. No crew. This was an exercise in unconscious reaction. It doesn't get more independent than this:One man’s nightly craving is touched by the gods.
