Final scene, final act. This one is a tragedy, folks.
Sorry about the lack of updates recently. I’ve been preoccupied with my new baby girl, and with my latest hobby, putting her into all my favorite movies. (http://lilysbigday.tumblr.com/)
I should put her into some Shakespeare films too, come to think of it!
We had a blast at the awesome Boston Sci-Fi Convention! It was a great audience, and a wonderful time. And, of course, an honor to be included!
We are very excited to announce our selection to the 39th Annual Boston Sci-Fi Film Festival!!
We will post updates on the screening schedule and more as the info comes in. For now, we party!
Here is Kent, giving Oswald one of the all-time epic verbal smack downs. “What dost thou know me for?” Kent lays in:
A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a
base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited,
hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a
lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson,
glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue;
one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a
bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but
the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar,
and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I
will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest
the least syllable of thy addition.