After the death of her celebrated mentor, a woman must overcome grief and rejection to see her first play produced, fulfilling the dream he never let her abandon. CAST LIST: Narrator: Julie Sheppard Ross: Sean Ballantyne Taylor: Shawn Devlin Caller: Val Cole
Author: femalefilmfestival
The irony of this festival is that its goal is to not be around in 5 years time. To eventually not be relevant because there is zero need to have a festival geared for female talent and female stories because the stories presented in Hollywood and around the world are a balanced showcase of the human experience from both sexes.
Our goal is to achieve a lot of success and then fold into oblivion simply because there is no need for this festival.
This festival was created by the FEEDBACK Film & Writing Festival as a simple reaction to a strong need to showcase female talent from around the world in a more profound way.
When putting together the weekly festival, the administration noticed a lack of a female presence in the stories being shown at the festival.
A classic example and analogy to the frustration is how the festival noticed that even the smaller roles in a screenplay were written for a man to play. There was zero reason for this in many stories. How a police officer, or a political campaign manager, for example with 3-4 lines in a screenplay was a "HE" character. Why? And these are the screenplays written by the winners! The talented one who have obtained agents and have began/beginning their careers as a writer.
BODY IMAGE Poem: Pretty Privilege, by Debra Tracy
Eleven. Me and my best friend walking down the street. Catcalled. Thirteen. Boobs overnight. High school boys pitching pennies at me, a carnival game I didn’t agree to play. So I wore my dad’s shirts. Big. Boxy. Tried to fold myself into the fabric, small enough to vanish. Thiry-four. Bakered. Seventy-two hours. Security sat with… Continue reading BODY IMAGE Poem: Pretty Privilege, by Debra Tracy
BODY IMAGE Poem: A too tall body, by Malia Arrayah
It doesn’t make sense to me that I couldn’t love someone because they are too tall, or too short, or too chubby, or too skinny, It makes sense that I couldn’t love someone because they were too mean, too awful, too angry, too abusive, but that is silly, too short, too big, Eludes me But… Continue reading BODY IMAGE Poem: A too tall body, by Malia Arrayah
BODY IMAGE Poem: My Crooked Face, by Jude MacAllen Tatman
slides away from my skull as time and tide have their fun, blemishes and scars like barnacles attached to the hull, the clouts to my nose from all those years ago grow more pronounced in gravity’s throes. fat and feeble, my feet have foundered; if i were a horse at this late hour i’d be… Continue reading BODY IMAGE Poem: My Crooked Face, by Jude MacAllen Tatman
BODY IMAGE Poem: MIRROR MIRROR, by Arshiya Dokania
Is she lovely, is she bright, Eyes like amber, warm with light? It’s sick and twisted how it all unwound, Tangled truths gave birth to false grounds. I’m not angry, just lost in thought, When you said I was pretty, was I lied to? In the mirror, I trace the lines, where confidence slips, a… Continue reading BODY IMAGE Poem: MIRROR MIRROR, by Arshiya Dokania
Body Image Poem: Andbody’s Better Than Mine, by Amelie Peterson
I hate my body I resent all of its demands from me I am disgusted with all the noises it makes without my permission. (I hate this poem) (I hate that) I hate my body. I resent the power my body has over me. I hate that if I don’t eat for 6 hours, I… Continue reading Body Image Poem: Andbody’s Better Than Mine, by Amelie Peterson
BODY IMAGE Poem: The Troxler Effect in the Age of Industrial Fetish, by Kiplet Christian
Burst! it spurts and oozes, drenching my corpus in thin translucent mucus. Emetic delight! the outer flesh peels back engulfing me inside-out, how warm and piercing my new exoskeleton is. Industrial actualization! sticky black smoke expresses out my ten thousand pores. Now slice through the middle and peel up a polygonal doorway, shovel out the… Continue reading BODY IMAGE Poem: The Troxler Effect in the Age of Industrial Fetish, by Kiplet Christian
BODY IMAGE Poem: BLIND EYES, by Krystal Sharp
We come big. We come small. I promise you though; There is someone for us all. You may not be a size two, But I know, you can still do what they do. It’s all about what you got inside and Ultimately, if you’ll be down for the ride. So every time you look in… Continue reading BODY IMAGE Poem: BLIND EYES, by Krystal Sharp
BODY IMAGE Poem: my seam, by Isabella Bullock
I cram into a tiny pocket hem I try to try to blame my appetite my belt is snug and sitting I expand from loop to loop from loose to loose still tight yet miles of meals of mass control my waist this flesh my flesh yet mine not known unknown to part my love… Continue reading BODY IMAGE Poem: my seam, by Isabella Bullock
BODY IMAGE Poem: what my grocery store knows about me:, by Miriam Moore
what my grocery store knows about me: ● 12 oz. of raspberries, once a week ● one carton of nonfat yogurt, greek ● kind clusters granola (“10g protein!”) ● honey, to complete my breakfast routine ● chicken, eggs (in no particular order) ● a pound of fruit —or half ―or quarter ● once a month,… Continue reading BODY IMAGE Poem: what my grocery store knows about me:, by Miriam Moore
