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‘KENYA’ (2017) Short Film | Proof-of-Concept | #BlackBritish #Superhero #Overhuman #EnhancedHumanOps

She needed a hero, so that's what she became. #Kenya on YouTube. Watch the proof-of-concept now.

Check out Kenya on IMDb: https://www.imdb.com/title/tt8591540/

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Synopsis: Every superhero has an origin story, detailing how they gained their powers and decided to fight crime; and Kenya Cole (the protagonist of this story) is no different. Following a savage beating at the hands of a group of thugs, who have been emboldened by the Brexit vote, Kenya uses the experimental super-soldier enhancement implant created by a generous engineer to exact revenge on her attackers and the clandestine organisation behind it all.

‘KENYA’ is a science-fiction/action short developed as a proof-of-concept for a feature-length version to be filmed in 2020.

Cast: Tomiwa Edun, Zulekah Chaka, Ziad Abaza, Deborah Colphon and Luke Hope

Directed by: Loraine ffrench

Written by: Shaun Davis

Produced by: Loraine ffrench

Associate Producer: Shaun Davis

#BlackBritish #Female #Superhero #Overhuman #EnhancedHumanOperations #Kenya

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‘Jehovah & Son’ is a short comedic mockumentary. The film depicts the everyday lives of the employees at the Heaven Tree Road branch of the fictional Jehovah & Son Carpenters workshop. On this particular day of filming, news has spread throughout the company that the board of directors are planning to promote Jesus (Will Parker) to branch head, replacing the outgoing Jehovah (Rafe Beckley), leading to jealousy from certain members of the workforce – namely, Judas (Tommie Grabiec).

CAST: Rafe Beckley as JEHOVAH Will Parker as JESUS Tommie Grabiec as JUDAS

PRE-PRODUCTION Writer: Shaun Davis Producer: Loraine ffrench

PRODUCTION Director: Loraine ffrench DOP: Charley Meyer AC: Will Preisner SET: Sarah Gobourne 1st AD: E'mya  Sound: Nathaniel Kastoryano

POST: Editor: Simon Martin Grade: Anthony Redman Sound Design: Colin Emmanuel

Logo Design by Marlando Reece

Special Thanks: Norman Archer

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‘The Violinist’ is a contemporary short film, tells the story of Dean Field, a young, curious boy, whose dream is to play the violin as a matter of urgency. The only obstacle standing in Dean’s path is his father, Tom, who has made it his main mission in life to stop Dean heading down a road he deems fraught with harmful memories.

CAST: Alexander McDonald Damper as Dean Tommie Grabiec as Tom Victoria Donovan as Mum Tristan Teller as Adult Dean

PRE-PRODUCTION: Writer: Shaun Davis Producer: Loraine ffrench Composer: Stephen Webster

PRODUCTION: Director: Loraine ffrench DOP: Charley Meyer AC: Will Preisner SET: Sarah Gobourne 1st AD: E'mya  Sound: Jon Ridge

POST: Editor: Loraine ffrench Grade: O'dean Thompson Sound Design: Tristan Powell

Sound equipment supplied by Future Farm Productions Camera equipment supplied by Gear Factory

Special thanks to:

Sarah Smith, Jake Bryan-Amaning, Rita Damper, Angela Bruce, Ash Productions

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This short film was created for the Smoke & Mirrors (smoke-mirrors.com) 48-hour Film Competition 2012. We were given exactly 48 hours to write, shoot and edit a film, on a theme decided by Smoke & Mirrors, of no longer than 5 minutes in duration. We were sent the theme at 7 PM (1900 GMT) on October 26, 2012. We then had 48 hours to deliver our finished film.

The theme for 2012's competition was: 'Cheat'

Shot in a single location and with zero budget…

5&1 Productions presents: "Sleight of Hand"

Directed by Jake Bryan-Amaning (vimeo.com/jakedirector)

Co-Directed by Rich Watson (vimeo.com/rjwatson)

Written by Shaun Davis

Produced by Naike Mabois (vimeo.com/user7616842)

Sound Editing by Tristan Powell (vimeo.com/user10225739)

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Looking to make the most of his night, Sean heads out with his friends Leon and Zayn. After meeting Eimar his night takes a turn for the better but little do they know their next move will change their lives forever | Directed by the homeboy Eddie Sternberg with some words by yours truly.

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Kill 'em with Kindness

“Jason! Jason! Over here!” came a female voice. Jason froze, and then turned slowly to look in the direction of the person calling his name. Oh my god. There she was—Jennifer. Just six months earlier she’d ended their relationship after another argument over whose turn it was to wash the dishes, the Olympic Games of the argument world, and now here she was standing by the public toilets in Jason’s local shopping centre. Jason should be pissed off at her. He was a pretty good boyfriend, he thought, but when a woman’s fed up there wasn't a whole hell of a lot to be done or said that would convince her of what a great catch you were.

Rubbishing Made in Chelsea would be met with a threat of no sex for a week, but would be forgotten quickly. On the other hand, not pulling your weight stuck in her memory like a thorn in a lion’s paw.

Jason crossed casually to Jennifer and looked at her, his eyes traced more down than up—she still looked great. Maybe even better than when they were an item.

“Hey. What are you doing in my neck of the woods?” he enquired.

“Uh, just shopping. And you?”

Jason found his gaze drawn to the box of doughnuts in his grip, “Shopping,” he replied with a winning grin. Jennifer stifled a giggle, “So … how’s the love life, seeing anyone new?” Aha! An age-old trick, she’s obviously still interested, he figured.

“No. Nobody. How about you …?”

No sooner had he spoken those words than a handsome figure emerged from the men’s bathroom, still buttoning the fly on his jeans. His walk was unhurried, almost lazy. Jason could see him heading in their direction. The guy kept coming. Jason’s eyes clung to their target. Ten feet … five. A few more steps.

“Oh, there you are!” Jennifer exclaimed. Yep. As Jason had expected, here was the competition, right where he should be. Stood right in front of him. “This is Matthew,” Jennifer said with a sexy half-smile on her face.

Jason recognised that smile; he’d seen it a hundred times before, only this time it wasn't being directed at him. Who was this guy? And, why was he here? Were they together? Were they friends? I mean, seriously, WHO THE HELL WAS THIS GUY…?!

Okay, relax, how do I handle this? Jason asked himself. Calm and collected, of course, but how to do it calm and collected? He was carrying a dozen Krispy Kreme doughnuts. Six original glazed ones and six glazed raspberry. The latter were his favourite, bursting with sweet raspberry jam and coated in glaze, seemingly made from some kind of mix of crack cocaine and methamphetamine to make it feel as though you had paid an unexpected visit to the gardens of paradise, if only for two minutes. Again, the chemistry and cookery of the things didn't really concern him. They tasted damned good, Jennifer loved them, and that was what counted.

Jason wasn't in the business of fair fights. This was guerrilla warfare, not the FIFA World Cup. He might apply first aid to whatever part of this guy’s masculinity survived the onslaught, but that was as far as it would go, and only then because Jennifer might be impressed by a display of faux humility in victory. Jason peered again at his archenemy. Matthew’s hair was dark and coiffured and gelled, and his beard was trimmed to perfection, which made Jason even more annoyed at his inability to grow a proper moustache. Jason’s moustache was comprised of no more than seventeen individual hairs, with enough on show that his friends had taken to calling him Whiskers—rather infuriating to a man of thirty-two years old, but when most of your friends had sprouted full beards at an average age of sixteen … Oh, well. Could be worse. Could be “Bumfluff” or “Peach Fuzz.”

Sure, Matthew’s facial hair was impressive, but Jason didn't mind. He had more accomplishments than Matthew had, he’d earned a University degree, and Matthew didn't have his yet. Surely not. Look at him—his only achievements had to be those stored on Microsoft’s Xbox Live servers. The intelligence gods had smiled on Jason for sure.

Unless I fumble my pithy put-down, Jason reminded himself, knowing he wouldn't.

He turned one last time, scanning the area. A lot of people within earshot. Okay. Jason brought his doughnut box up, tucked it to his stomach and then opened it, gesturing at the contents. “Would you like a doughnut, Jenny…?” Jason said loudly, almost shouting.

“No, thanks. Gotta watch the carbs.” Not much of a reply, but the first dart had been thrown and the dart flew true and transited Matthew’s skull.

Textbook takedown, Jason thought. Kill ‘em with kindness. Jason clearly hadn't lost the skill.