Hey everybodys,

For those of you who don’t know, I’ve been working the past couple years on an exciting, experimental comedy called The Exquisite Corpse Project. We’ve recently finished up the film festival circuit and have just put the film online for everyone to see!

http://splitsider.com/projects/exquisite-corpse/

This film was my favorite project that I’ve ever worked on.  I met a lot of nice people, made a lot a good friends, and at the end of the day walked away with a pretty incredible film! I’d love for you to check it out.

Please REBLOG to help get the word out there!

-Marshall

It was Independence Day of her ninth year.
She met a sweet young boy that night who shared his Coca-Cola with her while they were waiting for the orchestra to commence.  The boy’s family was well-off and had spent the afternoon at the local fireworks stand.
“I brought some sparklers. Would you like to see?” the young boy asked.
“Sorry, I’m waiting for fireworks,” she replied.

It was Independence Day of her sixteenth year.
She met a confident boy who blasted Creedence and Springsteen from the speakers of his Jeep Wrangler.  He had a thirst for life and a smile that seemed to stretch for miles.
“I brought some Black Cats. Would you like to see?” the boy asked.
“Sorry, I’m waiting for fireworks,” she replied.

It was Independence Day of her twenty-second year.
She met a respectable young man who bought her a cocktail as she patiently waited to see the celebration reflections dance on the river below.  They spoke quickly that night, discovering that they had everything in common.
“I brought some roman candles. Would you like to see?” the young man asked.
“Sorry, I’m waiting for fireworks,” she replied.

It was Independence Day of her thirty-ninth year.
She met a generous man who quickly won the approval of her two siblings. The man listened intently and let her borrow his coat on the unseasonably cold night.
“It’s warm by the fireplace. Would you like to see?” the man asked.
“Sorry, I’m waiting for fireworks,” she replied.

It was Independence Day of her eighty-eighth year.
The doctor came for her as she gazed out the window in anticipation.
“We must go now,” the doctor explained.
“But I’ve yet to see the fireworks,” she pleaded, “and I’ve been waiting such a long time.”
“The show already happened,” he informed her. “You missed the fireworks.”
“I don’t understand. I’ve been waiting this whole time and I haven’t seen any.”
“Perhaps you weren’t looking close enough.”
She looked back out the window and gazed at the now-empty horizon.

AUSTIN, TX - While walking through the gaming section of South by Southwest’s trade show, Peter Jenkins stopped in his tracks at the realization that this preeminent wave of “nerd culture” might all be a giant hoax.

Remembering the beating he received in second grade for bringing his Game Boy to recess, Peter eyed an attractive blonde in thick-framed glasses and comical Legend of Zelda T-shirt from across the hall.

“Is she genuinely into this stuff,” Peter wondered aloud, “or is she just a cute girl hired by some marketing company to trick idiots like me into trying their product?”

Devastated by the epiphany, Peter traversed the endless sea of Star Wars references to try and find some solitude. He hadn’t felt this alone since the time Billy Thompson tore up his favorite Amazing Spider-Man issue.

“It’s almost as if these companies don’t actually care.  Like, they’re just here to make money off me,” he said as he stared down at his $1,200 platinum badge for which he had worked an entire summer.

“What kind of world is this?”