Only rarely do you get the chance to see a film that is both entirely unique and heartbreakingly familiar. Into the wasteland that is the American film industry, today relying mostly on the recycling of tried and tested concepts, Evan Glodell comes driving. His ride is named “Mother Medusa” and from her trunk he sends stacks of fire roaring into the air. Glodell has built the flamethrowers himself. He has built the car himself. And he has built the camera with which he is filming... Read More