A “Kelly’s Hero’s” type comedy/adventure, set in Paris in the 1940s, focused around a group of oddball artists trying to save the day (loosely based on the “ghost army”).
“Before the war, this place was all I knew. I could never bring myself to venture outside of it. I guess before the world called, everything I needed was right here. I spent a great part of those days in the fields helping my father and (like a child) trying not to be underfoot . . . And the rest, locked deep in my imagination, my father called it “woolgathering”. Dreaming and drawing a place where my brothers didn't have to watch over me, and inventing a means to liberate my parents from the worry that I would never find my way.
I was sure there was a place, far beyond the north fence and the Crawfordville county line, where I could free the thoughts and images from my head and paint them across the landscape.”
- Nash McCloud
A 1970’s groovy surfing/romcom, best described as a fresh version of the karate kid meets you cant buy me love
Though I’ve made my home here in Portland Oregon, the sights and sounds of growing up in Northern California never left me. I have fond
memories of familiar short cuts to hiden sands, the screams of the rollacoasters on the boardwalk and the crash of the waves at Cowells beach. I grew up as a “Latch Key Kid”, my mother working to
make ends meet . . . and I, in the splendor of the mid 1970’s spent most of my days in-and-near the waters of a tiny sea side town called Santa Cruz.
. . . At just 13 years old, It was my whole world.
In '71, during a blistering summer, Arlo and his mother fled Chicago for the sun-soaked shores of Santa Cruz, California. Arlo, a self-proclaimed city slicker, despised the gritty sand, relentless heat, quirky locals, and swarming tourists. But beneath his disdain, a burning desire simmered - to belong, find a friend or two, and taste life beyond his beloved books.
That same sweltering summer, Otto lived a ghostly existence with his partner of four decades, Jeanie. Days slipped by in mechanical monotony, a desperate effort to drown out a painful past. Yet, within this numb routine, Otto sought something to spark anticipation, a flicker of life, and a chance at redemption.
Up the coast, in a grand mansion overlooking the endless Pacific, lived Echo, an enigma in the seaside town. Her life overflowed with opulence, but an unfillable void lingered, yearning for acceptance, to make a difference, and to find true companionship and maybe, young love.
The underline force that pulls the 3 together is the power of a tiny wooden tiki. It’s an icon for Otto and a faith long given up, a symbol of courage and new possibilities for Arlo and a story of things that maybe can’t be changed for Echo.
What they unearth in this wild journey is that the Tiki isn't a vessel for mystical enchantments or ancient incantations. It's not some fabled wellspring of boundless courage. No, it's a tether to something more profound – family and community. The Tiki doesn't gift you courage; it sharpens your focus, nudging you to believe in yourself and, most crucially, in the power to reshape the world. It's not always a fairy-tale ending, but you, my friend, are the relentless engine driving your own destiny.
time travel americana
Hendrix stands, soaking up this strange and yet familiar place. A fond smile comes to his face as he remembers the surreal surroundings. It was a wasteland of the old and odd clutter.
HENDRIX
spreading his arms to the sky, and chuckling]
"And its all mine!"
Hendrix drops his arms and his smile fades, and he gently kicks at the dirt in front of him, lost in thought. . . . . He was just a little sad that soon he wouldn’t be the heir to this pitiful kingdom.
In the remote meeting point of Arizona, Colorado, New Mexico, and Utah stands Hendrix Simms' childhood home. In his late twenties, Hendrix had left this place and never looked back. But fate took a turn when his grandfather, who had raised him, suddenly passed away.
Facing a sense of duty, Hendrix decided to journey back to his family home in the desert. He thought it would be a quick trip to pay respects, finalize the land sale, grab some old photos, and move on. Little did he know, within those walls were a treasure trove of memories to explore, a mystery that needed solving, unexpected allies to protect, and, most importantly, . . . Lila
Strong Women, Flying Saucers and Nazis.
Their pasts will help them push through to victory against the horrors of war, secret societies, flying saucers, and mind-controlling Nazis, but their individual strengths will be what ultimately defines them.
“For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.”
Virginia Woolf
These 10 women will make up our unique ensemble team of heroes called the “Witches”.
Each team member brings strengths and a mysterious past handed down by their father.