![]() Rafe, my older brother by two years, has his portable CB radio positioned strategically on the small circular glass table next to the TV. I’m lying in our living room on the shaggy burnt-orange rug that’s so old it’s been retro twice. The CB hisses, crackles and squelches like the soundtrack to a horror movie about a demonically possessed computer that considers humanity a lower form of intelligence that must be eliminated. My parents force me to walk to school even when it rains. I have ten minutes before I need to make the walk to school. ![]() ![]() ‘Charlie, Delta, Niner, that’s a big ten-four,’ Rafe growls into his CB radio. ‘I believe you’re making progress.’ CHAPTER 1 ‘Good,’ my psychiatrist says as he turns off the camera. In the end, we’re all just victims of our own perceptions, sparky. There is no weapons chemist, no bounty hunter and no girlfriend to rescue. There is no Mantis and there is no dark, primordial creature. I take a breath and force the images from my mind. ‘Baxter,’ my psychiatrist interrupts, ‘I thought we’d agreed that these delusions were counterproductive?’ I’ve seen the sweating, grunting, cawing, scratching, bleeding, yelping feathered, scaled and clawed abyss beneath the city and, believe me when I tell you this, it’s not pretty –’ It was etched in blood and death and filtered through a veil of tears. I’ve seen the past through the lens of the Eye and it wasn’t in tasteful sepia. I saw the great Mantis God of Africa fighting a creature from the primordial depths, a billion-year war until finally the Mantis threw the writhing creature from the heavenly sky into the deepest pit. ‘People are saying that I’m satanic, but this is not true. If you’re interested, look on the Internet. Anyway, I won’t bore you with the details. I go to West ridge High School in Cape Town and I have no friends. But on the whole, it’s the who, what, when and why of it that really takes up the mental bandwidth. I wonder whether I’ll be on the Crime & Investigation Network? is another. you're here to witness a moderately sociopathic teenager and his lunatic companion stare down a giant monster and we're here to share that with you.‘There are questions that run through your head when you find out that you’re a serial killer. At the helm here is director Michael Matthews and his writing / producing partner Sean Drummond - the same duo is also behind South African western Five Fingers For Marseilles, which is about to premiere at the Toronto International Film Festival - with Oscar nominated District Nine writer Terri Tatchell currently hard at work on the feature adaptation.īut enough of that. Little does he know that Ronin is a supernatural bounty-hunter, and that he’s about to be dragged headlong into a deep, dark Cape Town underbelly full of monsters and myth, shadowy government forces, bloodthirsty crow-men and a conspiracy across time and space.Īdapted from the novel by Charlie Human, this current short is designed as a proof of concept for an in development feature drawn from the same novel - a little something to give a taste of the main characters and the world they inhabit. To clear his name, he’ll turn to Cape Town’s grizzliest, drunkest bounty hunter, Jackson ‘Jackie’ Ronin. His girlfriend, Esme, is missing, and he’s the prime suspect. Snarky, monster-porn-dealing teen, Baxter Zevcenko, might be a serial killer. We've been keeping a close eye on South African urban fantasy Apocalypse Now Now here for some time now and now following the release of the trailer and poster art the full seven minute short film has arrived online for your viewing pleasure.
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