Bitter Harvest

Travis' dreams of a trip round the world are dashed when he inherits the family farm. He is soon accompanied by Kelly, a lost young girl, and Jolene, a sophisticated beauty who wants to buy some property. A bewildering domestic triangle drama begins. A series of unsolved robberies in the area are suddenly cleared up when the robbers are captured and shot on the farm. Travis and his women are left behind together with the weapons used in the robberies and the criminals' plans for their next coup. The girls persuade Travis to carry out the plan ...

COMMENTARY
''Idleness is my reason for taking on this task.'' (Duane Clark)
I guess the words above have some relevance: film imitating film.
Personally I wish for vertical roads and I now recollect Bitter Harvest in spirit 26 hours later; a bent second-hand is moving, feverish sounds and thuds, the bank in me turns around. Staccato movements towards details; a gleaming weapon, the room is heaving.
I catch a few glimpses when time is meaningful, when a real strong desire is present. But otherwise ...
A few truthful images. Voices almost mute in a haunting way, despite an uninterrupted flow of speech - a lack of will. Sleepy seduction, unfathomable death, twisted faces without pain. To pass time without
taking it. To say, ''This mirror has a certain degree of coma. And then polish the glass, although the lopsidedness is in the face.'' Those kind of sentences became my answers and I surprised myself a bit. Where the fear of meeting a perfectly normal, everyday fear, in the bedroom light, is allowed to prevent a birth.
During the night that passed by recently I dreamt that I remembered a film about a nightmare. The protagonist was forced to carefully cross a water covered floor in some kind of a hangar. Chased by something repulsive and unmentionable, without being able to turn back. Forced to slowness by the horrendous chasms behind the illusions and a wait below the quagmil-e. Never careful enough and always too slow.
The most crooked hand moves us forward another second and destroys something that could have contained real power.
The usual thing. ':'
Alexander Ahndoril

Medverkande
Stephen Baldwin, Jennifer Rubin, Patsy Kensit: Producent
Stephen Paul, Gary Binkow: Manus
Randall Fontana: Foto
Adam Kane: Musik
Michael Tavera: Talat språk
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