New Zealand director Gillian Ashurst put together a gripping little extra-terrestrial flick starring a mesmerizing blonde amazon in a bangled blue body suit and super-heroine boots.  She wreaks uplifting havoc on a redneck country town, inspiring those under her spell to quote from the classics -- Coleridge, Byron, Genet, Keats, Shakespeare, et al. 11 min., color 

Mutiny  

Clearly inspired from personal experience, writer/director/star Henry Griffin gives us 28 minutes of hilarious stoner comedy:  a road trip movie out of New Orleans towards Dallas that never gets out of the bayou.  The ensemble of adult male conceptual jazz musicians en route to a non-paying "exposure gig," spout dead-on dialogue like calling "shotgun."  They also fart a lot. Also, not since Jim Jarmusch's Down By Law has location shooting in New Orleans been done properly.  Conceived in the true indie spirit, Griffin (a writer for Dreamworks) is the first to admit that the studio "paid" for this film.  He will definitely get a studio deal off this project.  27 min., color 

Flying Saucer Rock 'n Roll 

The title says it all.  Enda Hughes directs a send-up hybrid of Fifties Elvis flicks and same period B-grade space movies.  The irony is that the film was shot in Belfast, Northern Ireland, in the Irish idiom.  10 min., black & white 

Seven Days Til Sunday 

This one's another film made by Irishmen (Reynold Reynolds & Patrick Jolley) apparently shot in and around NYC.  The Newtonian physics equation of falling is tested over and again as we gaze upon headless bodies falling from high places.  Sometimes the bodies bounce, at times they sink, and occasionally they explode then smolder.  Eerie stuff.  10 min., black & white 

Fuzzy Logic 

A nerdy redhead kid stumbles off a bus in Scranton, PA to meet his long-estranged alcoholic, ex-con father.  The always captivating Jared Harris plays Pop to heartbreaking perfection in this poignant little gem about familial ties long shattered, and the instinct to repair the irreparable. Directed by Tom Kreuger.  18 min., color 

Hell for Leather 

If ever there was a short too long, this Kenneth Anger-ian filmic opera directed by Dominik Scherrer is it.  When a penitent skinhead is about to suck Satan incarnate's cock, we cut to tall buildings.. Doesn't get much better.  While the ambitious Scherrer has tried to compose a "Ride of The Anti-Christs,"  what the audience gets is just another hedonistic night at the Hellfire Club.