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Anne Sexton steers wild, cigarette dangling, while Sylvia Plath fixes her lipstick. They are young and brilliant and haunted. They laugh too loud and share too little. The real things stay buried deep. “Three Martini Lunch - Epilogue” is a literary short story about where the real things are. What
It’s 1961 and Ennio Flaiano recounts a story of a sick snake, An ailing python escapes from a little circus in Rome where he used to perform in the evening together with other beasts. The python makes its way to a garden on the periphery of the city. Normally,
In an advertising agency's office high above the city, two creatives struggle with pills and broken pencils. They’re trying to sell a new drug to make people feel immortal. The walls are covered with failed ideas and words they must not use. “Vitaren” is a business short
It’s July 1958 and Ennio Flaiano runs into an old film extra he’s known for years. Given Rome’s cinematic historico-biblico-mythological re-birth, this film extra has been shuttling from one film to another without even changing his makeup. He is a wise man out of Thebes, an archon
A lost soul wanders through a supernatural salt mine in Austria, surrounded by the greatest artworks of Europe. Adolf Hitler has just died by his own hand in a Berlin bunker but his consciousness lingers here, desperately searching for his salvation. The smell of gasoline follows him through the damp