The fury of caged life: 'I wuz framed!' Inconsequent copulation of the straight and the elliptical. Body forms showing their useless beauty, showing that their function is as transmitters of time. Reluctantly, the forms stalk sulkily into light, great nostalgia for the night stillness. The absurdly plinthed and boxed Elgin shards started this work off, form its ossified backbone, also the effects of hard light on soft flesh, sharp lenses freezing meanderings. The grotesque lies in the value broken graven images over your actual throb.
After the Crystal Lake Massacres, Jason is pronounced dead and taken to the hospital morgue, where he is mysteriously revived, allowing his diabolical killing spree to continue at the camp where the gruesome slaughtering began.
A man wanders out of the desert not knowing who he is. His brother finds him, and helps to pull his memory back of the life he led before he walked out on his family and disappeared four years earlier.
After losing their academic posts at a prestigious university, a team of parapsychologists goes into business as proton-pack-toting "ghostbusters" who exterminate ghouls, hobgoblins and supernatural pests of all stripes.