U.S. director Larry Fessenden uses his latest slow-burn thriller, The Last Winter, to deliver a message - If you fuck with nature, you will lose - and by lose I mean die.
Continuing the influx of independent cinema using September 11th/Katrina subtext, comes Mulberry street nibbling it’s way through your chest cavity and into your heart.
First time feature director Chris Gorak explores what a coordinated attack on Los Angeles might look like from the perspective of it’s frightened citizens and their ill-prepared government (preposterous scenario, right?).
From Russia with loincloths comes Wolfhound, the tale of a man so wracked with hatred for his enemies, that his pet bat is called in to lighten the mood with injured wing and big cutie-wutie eyes...