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Raresh DiMofte - by Jaysen Kim PhotographyRaresh on IMDb

sOmaCt

I am free. am I? If I am free, I should be you.
If you can't stand me and you want to swallow my presence, I say it's better to sing you another life.

I am trying to push myself to build love for me and... I do... sometimes, but then I realize it is not about mememe, it is about YOU and ME and you don't want to have me as mild as I express myself.

You want me on my knees, submissive to show yourself and to every bystander that you are rotting. You enjoy pus instead of healthy blood, hog's smell instead of a green field, sadness instead of a walk on a beach, money instead of making love with a woman beautiful as a morning sunrise or... you wouldn't understand even if would learn to shout foreign lullabies.

So, what is next?! I will call you again. I am thirsty for some milk now.

b L u T

AARON
This thing that I did... wasn't a real pleasure for me doing it but I was thinking about you.

CHARLES
Why are you doing this? You are my best friend.

AARON
Best? My warm friendly thoughts about you died a few days ago. Especially when I've decided to pay a visit to your mother while you and your father were away.

CHARLES
What are you trying to say? My mother? What the hell did you do?

AARON
You know, I was trying to be fair, kind, open and true to you. All these precious things were in me, I was nurturing them, I was their moth, I was feeding them with warmth.
They are dry now, their death came through your decadent action.

CHARLES
What the fuck are you saying?

AARON
Fuck? Your mother... loved my thickness.

CHARLES
Are you going mad?

AARON
Fucking your mother with no remorse was the most...

CHARLES
Motherfucker!

AARON

I am exactly that. Choose your words carefully.

CHARLES
My mother is a saint.

 AARON

Not when she’s thoroughly blowing me.

CHARLES

I will fucking kill you.

AARON
But you can't do anything now, can you? Tied up on a fucking chair. I wanted you to listen. Are you listening?

CHARLES
Cut me loose and I will show how much I loathe you.

AARON
You destroyed my soul, my come back... by breathing between my wife's thighs, by taking her away from me.

CHARLES
No, I thought...

AARON
No, you weren't thinking.

CHARLES
Jesus. Ok, I am sorry. Cut me loose and we will talk.

AARON
We are talking.

CHARLES
I can't breathe.

AARON
But we are done with that. And do not worry about your breathing. I will stop it right now.

sUrGiU

I feel a new beginning...

I look in my closet to find the right clothes for this. All black?

I call an ancestor of mine.
He would be the right entity to ask about this kind of event.

- Hello? Hello... How are you this year?
- ...
- How is... everything?
- ...
- Sounds like... yes, thanks for saying that and...
- ...
- No, everything is fine and I was wondering if you could help me with a certain thing.
- ...
- Oh, my family? It's good I think. Uuum, here is the thing...
- ...
- No, no pets. I hate the feeling that after I get to love them I have to bury them.
- ...
- Thank you then. So, may I ask about a concern of...
- ...
- Got it and...
- ...
- Oh... That too. Everything is fine, except this thing t...
- ...
- No no No, Yes, but...
- ...
- Could you STOP for a second? Because...
- ...
- STOOP...
- ...
- What do you mean?
- ...
- What do you mean you know?
- ...
- I have no idea how to deal with it. What color...
- ...
- Yes, I remember... Well, I remember to stay still for a second, ingest the idea of a major change... I did the same when I was a boy... Every single day was something new, major shifts... Is that it?
- ...
- Take my time. Is that simple? Nah... Really?
- ...
- Gotta go. Talk soon.

" k L u D "

“k L u D”

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“k L u D” is a Nadia & Raresh Dimofte short film. It is an international project initiated in Vancouver, Canada, shot on location in Cluj-Napoca, Romania (in the heart of Transylvania), reuniting talented and creative professionals form 4 countries (so far) Canada, Romania, Czech Republic and Hungary and, with your help, attracting support from all over the world.

“k L u D” combines two cinematographic styles: European soul wrapped in North American flesh and blood. It uses the better of the 2 worlds: metaphorical depth and acting craft mixed with vision and technology. “k L u D” will be shot in RED.

1. Story

“k L u D” is written by Raresh Dimofte, professional actor and writer educated in Cluj-Napoca (Romania) who is now living in Vancouver. Here is the essence of the story.

Klud is just a regular person with a regular life starting a new day with a not so regular problem. He has to face The Great Commission about his duality: civilized man versus the animal within. The winner takes all and that’s how Klud meets the Extraordinary.

2. Director

The only option as far as the right Director for „k L u D” was Radu Teampău, Raresh’s professor and mentor, and he honored us by accepting to be part of our project. He is an accomplished theatre and film director, published writer and Assistant Professor at the Film and Television Faculty of Babes-Bolyai University, Cluj-Napoca, Romania.

3. Cast

Another crucial part of every project is the CAST. It has been a long search and we have finally arrived. We are grateful to all the actors who have accepted to be part of our team: Raresh Dimofte, Ivo Novák, Claudia Vašeková to name just a few.

Raresh Dimofte http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2286983/ created “k L u D”. Raresh Dimofte is Klud. And he will breathe life into a character tormented by duality. Ivo Novák (Hanibal Rising, The Illusionist, Dune) http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1066166/ and Claudia Vašeková (Paradise Found) http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1015795/ - are 2 amazing actors from the Czech Republic who have immediately said Yes to our invitation to be part of our production.

4. Director of Photography

Zsolt Magyari http://www.imdb.com/name/nm3044540/, a young talented and innovative (3D shooting) Director of Photography from Budapest, Hungary has accepted since 2009 to be part of our project. He’s most recent project is The Door – with Helen Mirren, as a Camera Trainee.

5. Art Director

We are proud to be able to say that Vladimir Molico – Group Creative Director Saatchi & Saatchi Romania has accepted to be in charge of the ART department for our project.

6. Crew

Mostly Romanian film/theatre industry professionals – creative and passionate freelancers with extensive experience in their specific fields (camera, lights, sound, make-up, hair, costumes, etc) as well as Acting/Directing student volunteers.

7. Location

The chosen location for this project is the city of Cluj-Napoca, North-Western Romania –in the heart of Transylvania; where we have found the perfect locations (one of them being Pšdurea Baciu – aka the Romanian Bermuda Triangle).

8. Timeline

Fundraising March - December 2011 – Internationally

Pre - production January 2012 – Cluj-Napoca, Romania
Production February 2012 – Cluj-Napoca, Romania
Post Production February - March 2012 – Bucharest

Festival submitting Starts March 2012 with Cannes Films Festival.

9. Budget

An independent short film with an international production shot on location is slightly more expensive. Nevertheless, due to great dedication and interest from all the people involved in it we succeeded in keeping a decent film budget of $33,000(~24,000€) out of which we still need $23,000 (~16,500€).

10. Producer

Nadia Dimofte – being a creative, insightful marketing professional with expertise in all aspects of successful project/events planning, budgeting, development, management and evaluation, I strongly believe that everything I have learned and achieved in my 15+ years of career was only to prepare me for this; all my work experience and abilities: extensive marketing knowledge and practice, fund-raising and entertainment administration, detail oriented, demonstrated ability to recruit, built and motivate successful project teams everything built me up into the Producer I am.

WHAT IS “k L u D”

“k L u D” is an universal story about finding one’s true nature and about BELIEVING; a short film about the human condition of the INDIVIDUAL that meets with the EXTRAORDINARY.

WHAT “k L u D” IS NOT

“k L u D” is not a story for a particular person in a particular situation; it does not limit the creative act to stereotypes and it does not judge.

Hopefully, “k L u D” will mean to whoever is watching it that the amazing and inspiring OCCUPY MOVEMENT starts with OCCUPY-ing YOURSELF.

You Get:

1. First of all you get to be the contributing factor to the birth of an amazing project - “k L u D”, in which the short film is only the beginning. We want to leave something meaningful behind and we won’t give up easily (in translation we will do this movie no matter what, so your support and money will be used for its original purpose).

2. You also invest in the imagination and talent of an amazing team that has projects lined up for the next 10 years. So you, as the CONTRIBUTOR for “k L u D” the short film will be forever known as the ORIGINAL CONTRIBUTOR and will get mentioned in all our future projects financed through IndieGoGo on promotional materials (TBA on each project separately).

3. You can become an active part in any of our projects – now or later on.

4. Let’s start with “k L u D”. You CAN help BY CONTRIBUTING NOW, so please browse through our 12 amazing PERKS, choose your favorite PERK and experience “k L u D” with us THE WAY YOU LIKE IT. Are you up for this journey?!

We Need:

$23,000 in cash to cover equipment and van rental, transport to/from location, project insurance as well as travel and accommodation for international cast and crew.

Other Ways You Can Help

Money isn’t everything! It is a big and important part but we value you no matter how you choose to support us.

You could help us by spreading the word and making some noise. Please do so by promoting “k L u D” on IndieGoGo to all your family, friends and foes (at least they will have less money after supporting us ;-)) through all social media platforms you dwell on.

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Or maybe you have a better idea on how you could help us; we would love to hear from you so please let us know at klud.film@gmail.com

Looking forward to hearing from all of you,

Nadia Dimofte

“k L u D” Producer

kkkk LLLL uuuu DDDD

the time is small in my brain.

the wish is gigantic and is crushing my civilian life. my life is beautiful only when I bite some senses, in rest I water a dream with glowing flashbacks... this is doable only during my nightmares.

the time, my beautiful time, will expand when I will create a fantastic plan to assassinate it. I also need not to be caught... by me. you know what? I will assassinate that too. then, only then I will be able to realize The Infinite.

LeSt

He approached me and stopped right in front of me. My whole body was frozen. Only my eyes were moving continuously following his eyes. All around me rushed citizens were minding their own business. Although I was the only one staying completely still on a busy street, I was invisible. I felt like stopping someone and make them acknowledge his sight. My reality was stuck in one place. He widely opened his mouth as my mind started listening.
- I would like you to follow me.
I heard in my head …
- What are you?
Actually my real question was ‘Who are you?’, but…
- Follow …
The word vibrated in my head.
Vibrations travelled down through my body and put my feet in motion.
And that’s what I did. I followed.

“This city is disappearing slowly. Its greyish nuances are becoming stronger each day and soon it will be as sallow as the dirt, the differences fading until it will become one big muddy pile of junk.”
My thought was abruptly interrupted while he led into the park.
In spite of him being an unusual apparition for my civilized eyes I couldn’t see him as my polluted heart demanded.
My life was … torn by too much venom sucked while swallowing the assumed hatred wrapped in humiliated innocence. Blinded by seen eyes that could only read the street corners filth. Deafened with screams silently devoured by stupidity. Smeared with blood gushing from oozed wounds. Corrupted into lowered heads scraping the dog shit’s crest. Enraptured in jumping sounds of premature joy … and stinking clear water.

By now I was stiff.

“Am I the only one who can feel this colossal blast? Have all my peers gone mad? Or have they taken it before me and self-tamed by now? It’s obvious that they want to live, no matter what. How is it possible to have such willingness to live? Why is that? Why worship the inertia? Because the forefathers wrote so in their e-mails?”

I was taking the first step and burst in dirge. At that point he must have realized that I was not completely dedicated.

I was a corpse who breathes, but everything inside was screaming that’s not air I’m breathing in.

photo by Nadia Dimofte

uMiCo

so what if the hidden looks are hitting my behind? it's great to have them. I grab them and squeeze them in my fists and I drink the juice with a great love.

then for my private entertainment I let the juice drink me.
dripping...
now I can finally see the skin beneath the surface.

you can be moved by me.

my love... this is the moment of the journey... when you can finally see my tears of the eternal joy.

fAsOpA

what I have is my death upon my breathing air... I love the death-wish because is a coward cunt who needs to be paid from time to time with some light from my retina.

I sweat like a baby's cheek when I see my afterlife in my delicious breakfast milk.

this morning the air was sound and the sound was my skin and we were happy with each other. leaving behind the everyday hill I saw it like a beautiful tight tit waiting to be ignored. I follow its instinct but I threw one of my eye over the shoulder.

the path leaded me into a drunk guy's mouth. of course the environment was dizzy, but I threw out my last eye. my presence has to have something palpable.

rSeV

Cepsy, I had a dream. You were standing in the middle of the road pissing.

A policeman came and started to fart to catch up. You waited for the buzz to poke your head and then... my ear came in. The policeman wished this moment and started to dance with his baton. We got rid of him. And then the piss wave took him away.

What was that vibe?

qAhL

The end of the mind is crucial for everything.
I am bruised because of my experienced thoughts.

A man appeared on my eyelid and winked me to open my eyes into the sun.
Are you mad? I asked. And the man answered by ripping the only eyelid that I had.
No pain occurred and I felt good because the sleep disappeared. What a relief.

I stood quiet... for a while, licking away at the happenings.

mIz

doesn't matter if I am young, intelligent, funny, fat, ugly, hyper-man, newly claustrophobic, willing to experiment my life to create sparkles...

what is important is to be there when you're called or not, mostly not. but if I create the luxury of not being present I deserve to be evaporated.

now I am coming back and I look up and see all the blackness that I drew for all of you. I am picking the best dark and feed you with the most ... nightmare I wanted to have. and you all are trying to cough but your throats are sucking empty air. so all you have to do is to respond at your pain of emptiness.

you will be called to scream for your tormented thoughts.

until then, have a great morning.

oOkPoLd

The storm keeps me in one place apparently with no reason. Its wind is so powerful and heavy pushing my shoulders in four ways. The dog has to come. My eyes are against the wind pulling out my last bit of color. The pain in my body is sweet. The scream from my neck is sweet and mute. All the noises were already assassinated.
The dog has to come. Is it me or the dog?

rUpJid

A beautiful beast ripped my face when I was a child. I couldn't breathe properly and healthy because of the damage.

When I needed a great power to confront a danger the scar transformed me in a great eat-stupid-monsters thing.

Even though I am ugly and hungry I love the dead sky, stoned smiles, the mute birds, the smelly drops of clear water and the humans... sleeping.

tPeM

Again the floor talked when I moved in my night dream.

I get this feeling that is necessary to dive. It's a damn floor, but it doesn't matter in that darkness and in that bizzare night. So I move back to see myself, to see if I'm capable. The moment I move my other me, he looks right back at me and swallows every bit... I woke up here keyboarding this.

the mud from our mouths

after Razor... I kept wandering... why the madness? well, because I have to sketch it for yOu.

SeSiSe

A couple just came out of a theater.
She is supple, well dressed, the face is livid, but the features are beautiful. She is always trying to cover this problem with a lot of makeup, but with no results.
He is dressed in the latest trend, but he doesn’t care. He is rich, too rich, that is why is so superficial and arrogant with her.
They just saw a premiere.
She is very excited and the pleasure can be seen in her eyes because of the new play. He couldn’t care less and did it just to tick it off his list this, despite of her happiness.
- Darling, can you believe that scene with flowers? She asks joyfully.
- What scene? He looks around to call a taxi. Let’s go home. I don’t want to stick around any longer.
- Would you like to take a walk? It’s a wonderful night. She purrs like a cat.
- Yeah, sure. Ten steps later you will complain about your heels and beg for that taxi.
- No, I promise I won’t complain. She gives him a seductive smile.
- Ok, but let’s get away from here.
They start walking hand in hand, she is smiling and he is dead serious with a straight ahead look.
- Oh look, we are close. Let’s check out the shop window. She says anxious.
- You always trick me into buying …
- But, but it has vintage sleeves. Meanwhile she drags him to across the street.
- There is not a chance to be opened at this hour.
- But no, believe me it’s open and they even have a promotion.
Now they can see the shop.
- There it is. The most lighted one. She has no more patience and runs off. She stops. Finally her face takes some color, because of the excitement.
Wow, fantastic. And starts clapping.
Just seconds later he is standing next to her. Looking up now he is stunned.
- Baby, this is awesome. You are right, I admit it, I love it. Even the face is gorgeous.
- Don’t you agree that the price is fair?
They enter the shop to buy a corpse that is dressed real chic.
Price tag: 5.000 dollars.

sKLim

I have a Devil under my bed.

Every time, as the sleep gets here, we play ignorance. Every time he has something for me. I never manage to learn what it is.

While I’m asleep he keeps on notching deep tokens on my retina, doesn’t allow me to talk to myself or settle down amidst my stars.

There are moments when I miss him therefore He is bored with me. I want to make Him notice me so I start vacuuming or I lay down in one of the corners of my room and I attack him with balls made of bread that I baked in my own great bread maker.

He’s body language suggests tiredness, comfort, flunkeyism, meekness desire, human filth and the rest of the best in me. Every morning I have to go and do the work at nation’s request. Same hours, same routine, then I try exchanging body fluids with the same women. Everything I do is for my Devil under the bed.

I want to hold hands with my devil and run to the French Riviera, on the most beautiful beaches, to drink lots of rosé, to tuck in some matching His eyes Roquefort cheese, staring in each others mouths, singing the most wonderful songs about the afterlife only the two of us know.

I have a problem though. I cannot take Him out. He’s too dark for people’s eyes.

It is night again. I am going home anxious to see Him. I hope He is in the mood to acknowledge me. As soon as I step in my house I feel a scent that has never been there before. The scent becomes acid on walls as I draw closer to the bedroom.

I open the door and my Devil is working on the darkness under my bed. He is incredibly cute. I tip toe next to Him because I want to see His hands at work. I envy His serenity while working. I knee next to the bed. He senses that and turns towards me. I pull back on my knees to make Him crawl out. As He gets closer to me the entire floor is swallowed by darkness, the scent carries me beyond my senses, He widely opens his mouth and His violet split tongue falls down. Suddenly I start singing Him the most delicate lullaby while beginning to chew on His tongue until I suck Him all in like a noodle.

Worry less I can step down the stairs of darkness built by my own Devil.

F u C k N e S s

I missed my wind… just because I overslept. Dreaming is not the solution.
The direction is fake.
How can I be straight when I’m a floor?
The straightness is falling.
When I am there I can mutely scream my lungs out for their screaming to happiness. What a FuCkNeSs.
Because I am able to assassinate. I want more. Not more, but bodies. More … more of me in me.
There is a limit set up just for me.

I can and can’t allow this title.