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Short Horror Film Friday Double Header: TUCK ME IN

Welcome to the Official Return of Short Horror Film Friday featuring Tuck Me In Double Feature. First We have the Original 2014 Version of Tuck Me In Directed by Ignacio Rodo followed by the Remake Tribute Tuck Me In By Homemade Horror. Now there is a Reason for This Double Billing if You Will which is Both Versions have a Minuscule Running time of just 60 Seconds. With such an Extremely Exceptional One Minute running Time Tuck Me In may very well be the First Micro Horror Movie ever made.

The Term Micro Horror is a Nod to one of the Unique Aspects of the Grindcore Music Genre: the Micro Song. There’re Songs by Grindcore Bands (Such as Anal Cunt, Insect Warfare, SCAT, Pig Destroyer, Brutal Truth, and Nuclear Assault for example) that are Only Seconds in Length. In Fact the British Grindcore/Death Metal Band Napalm Death hold the Guinness World Record for the Shortest Song ever Recorded with the Their One Second “You Suffer”.

Tuck Me In reminds Me of the The World’s Shortest Horror Story ever written by Fredric Brown Titled Knock that consists of only Two Sentences:

“The Shortest Horror Story:

The Last an On Earth sat Alone in a Room. There was a Knock o the Door.”

You See Fredric Brown’s Knock, Grindcore’s Micro Songs, and Micro Horror Films (and Traditional Short Films) are Proof beyond All that You Don’t need to Write a 300 Page Book, Record an Album of 12 Minute Songs, or Film a 6 Hour Movie to produce Viable Product. Artists have the Newer found Freedom to Essentially tell the Audience “Here is My Art and I’m going to keep it Short, Simple, Focused, and to the Point.”

Now On with the Show. Enjoy.

The 2014 Original Version of Tuck Me in Directed By Ignacio Rodo.

The Remake Tribute to Tuck Me In By Homemade Horror 

Homemade Horror had this to Say about Their take on Tuck Me In:

“Bedtime doesn’t go as planned in this short horror film with a twist. This is a remake and tribute to Tuck Me In, one of the best short horror films I’ve ever seen. We put a little twist in the end to make it our own. It was done in a day with an iPhone, iMovie, and simple original score using a keyboard. Lots of fun. Cheers!”

Enjoy.

We Hope You Enjoyed This One Minute of Madness as Much as We Did.

Thanks for Watching,

Presented By Les Sober  

Similarity Of Father and Son

One Person I rarely talk about is My Deceased Father. While it is True that from My Teens through My Twenties We had a very Tumultuous relationship (and that’s a fucking understatement) We reconciled luckily quite a few Years before He died of Liver Cancer. What the fuck is with Cancer Nowadays in Particular? All I mean is it seems like everyone I hear about Dying Died of some fucking Form of Cancer, and now all I’m left thinking is Jesus the Entire fucking World gives You Cancer or at least has the Potential to. For now though I digress.

There was one aspect of Life that My Father and I always had in Common was a Desire to Enjoy the World Alone. What I mean is My Father always woke up at an Ungodly Hour in the Morning (Typically 4 am), and Loved it. I on the Other Hand was the Polar Opposite in I was a True Night Owl who generally was going to Bed as My Father was getting out of His.

     

We discovered many Years down the Line that the reason that My Father loved the earliest Hours of the Morning, and I Enjoy the Latest Hours of the Night was the EXACT SAME REASON. The Reason was that at Both Times the World was Simply Still Asleep.

It’s actually Peaceful as No One is Awake to Bother You. The Hassles of the Day  haven’t begone Their Daily Grind. You don’t have to contend with all the fucking Noise Society Creates and Generates during the Coarse of the Day/A Day. Your Cell Phone falls Silent No Texts, No Calls, No Emails, nor DMs/IMs Won’t be coming for a While at least. Held at Bay with Time hough only Temporarily.

       

The Cars are Quiet, and So Are the Other Machines. The Construction/Landscaping Equipment such as Industrial Mowers and Gas Powered Weed Whackers along with Power Tools, and Dump Trucks, Cranes, or Bulldozers. Road Crews  Jackhammering away at Old Asphalt Only to replace it with Scolding Hot and Pungent Fresh Asphalt.  18 Wheelers haven’t started Rambling Down Roads and Clogging Up Highways while Spewing Whisps of Foul Black Smoke. At these Times the World has Gone Silent, Dormant, Waiting for Its Return to Action.

At These Times One can Think Clearly in the Zen like Still of a Muted World. For My Father it was in Preparation for the Day at hand While I End My Day unwinding from the Day’s Trials and Tribulations.

       

For once the Day revives Itself it will Crank Out Oceans of Chaos Continuously until It’s next Period of Rest. The Stress and Strain of Social Constrains Cripples Consciouses, Constrains Reason, Lowers Logic, Alienates Intelligence, Ethics Eroded, Morals Mangled, Dreams Suspended, Over Powering People’s Personalities, Itemizing Identities, and Slowly Slaughtering Souls.

For Now I bide My Time until I can Be Myself without Limitations or Laws, Judgements or Persecutions. I wait for the World to Once Again Succumbe to Slumber.

Thanks for Reading,

  By Les Sober