R.M. Vaughan

Midnight cowpoke scrounges the streets of Mike Harris' mean megatropolis, looking for a good time or just a bite to eat. "Hard time living, too young to die. Lord, lord, lord: hard times town."

Based on a poem by R.M. Vaughan about the torture and murder of a Somalian teenager by members of the Canadian Airborne Regiment, this haunting work examines individual responsibility versus systemic corruption and the homophobic and racist elements central to the military enterprise.

Tubbé describes the ongoing dissociation between two solitudes (English and French Canada) in the form of one queer-in-a-tub's reflections on his amorous escapades.

Perfect...a summer day, a sandbox...a meditation on the transience of consciousness.

"Shinto" is an examination of the meaning of objects. Do objects have powers or energies of their own? If so, can we see or feel it? While this may sound heavy and philosophical, the film is actually a lively argument between two neurotic gay men who have been together for too long. As they discuss whether or not to rid themselves of some extra junk, we watch a memory film of one of the character's childhood toy trucks being burned, and a handful of Asian film clips, meant to parody the characters' ridiculous, half understood adoption of Asian philosophy and spirituality.

Romance gone wrong sparks this visually poetic meditation on love, promises and destruction, with reference to Mrs. Danvers, that icon of perfectly executed revenge in Alfred Hitchcock's classic Rebecca.

Poet RM Vaughan muses on his relationship to 50s film noir tough guy hunk Sterling Hayden, and why he cannot make his life more like a 50s film noir masterpiece. Created by video/internet artist Jared Mitchell, the film inserts Vaughan into the rain-dappled, shadowed and dreamy world of film noir - turning the poet into Hayden’s moll, lover, and dumb broad. A film about living your life “in the right movie,” queer projection onto mainstream cinema, and the collision of fantasy and reality.

A woman stares at her reflection in the mirror, drawn like Narcissus to swim in her own perfection. Or did she forget to take her pills?