Archive for February, 2012

‘The Love Competition’ by Brent Hoff

Posted by    |    February 24th, 2012 at 3:34 pm

The Love Competition from Brent Hoff on Vimeo.

In this short film from Brent Hoff, named one of this year’s “25 New Faces of independent Film” by Filmmaker Magazine, people from different stages of life explain what love is, and try to prove how deeply they experience love.

In the ‘First Annual Love Competition’, along with the Stanford Center for Cognitive and Neurobiological Imaging, contestants raging in age and love experience have five minutes in an fMRI machine to love someone as intensely as they possibly can.

The experts at Stanford give their predictions for the outcome of the competition, and the actual results will make your heart beat faster than anticipated.

‘Heartstrings’ by Rhiannon Evans

Posted by    |    February 21st, 2012 at 12:22 pm

Heartstrings from Rhiannon Evans on Vimeo.

Being in a relationship with another person can be as unpredictable as a craps table in Vegas. First you’re on fire, completely amazed at how well everything is going, and, subsequently, fantasizing about how you’ll spend your earnings, and then it disappears quicker than a stripper running off with the contents of your wallet. How does one break even?

In the short film Heartstrings by Rhiannon Evans, we see two puppets fall in love, break up, and get back together; attached, detached and reattached by visual heartstrings. Check out the video above for a creatively accurate illustration of a relationship. Also because the little string puppet guys are pretty freakin’ adorable.

Is Chivalry Dead – and Is It My Fault?

Posted by    |    February 14th, 2012 at 3:42 pm

It’s gotten to the point where I feel uncomfortable letting boys open the door for me. “Stop,” I’ll tell them, “I can do it myself.” To these boys, the few that I’ve allotted my phone number to over the years, I must sound like a five-year old hindering her father from tying her shoes, pushing him away as she fumbles through the loop it, swoop it and pull.

I have to admit; I am pretty good at tying my shoes. As a child, I excelled past Velcro-strapped sneakers, slid right on by the slip-on’s, my nimble fingers favoring lace-ups to alternative means of footwear. Doing things on my own was never a problem for me.

This includes opening doors. Perhaps Beyoncé ingrained in me the lyrics to “Me, Myself and I,” subconsciously programming me to be strong on my own, perhaps for the rest of my life. Depend on someone? No thank you. A girl has to be prepared. What if, by allowing boys to open doors for me, I lose the motor memory to open them on my own? (more…)