The Chicago Underground Film Festival Presents:
Love and Sex (Mostly Sex)
Come celebrate “love” with CUFF a week before V-day at SALONATHON. Why not start early?
Monday February 6, 2012
screening starts at 9pm
Beauty Bar (1444 W Chicago Ave).
Hosted bar from 8pm to 9pm!!
(with RSVP to: email@example.com
Drink Specials:$3 Drafts, $4 Well Drinks, & per usual $10 Martini + Manicures!
The Color of Love by Peggy Ahwesh 9 min.
Ahwesh subjects an apparently found pornographic film to coloring, optical printing and general fragmentation; the source material threatens to virtually collapse under the beautiful violence of her filmic treatment. What emerges is a portrait at once nostalgic and horrible: the degraded image, locked in symbiotic relation with an image of degradation. (from Electronic Arts Intermix)
Removed by Naomi Uman 7 min.
Using as her source material a segment of 1970s European softcore pornography, Naomi Uman created this derived piece by painstakingly removing the female from each frame using bleach and nail polish remover, thus presenting the viewer with a bizarre, ghostly effect of a figure; a blank void of a woman.
I’d Rather Be Dead Than Live In This World by Andrew Semans 17 min.
A young couple struggle to maintain a private utopia in a vicious, unforgiving world.
Blue Movie by Mark Street 6 min.
A smattering of repeated performances culled from old porno films and hand painted. A man bends over a body, but what we really notice is the texture of the wall behind him. A woman stares back at the viewer with annoyance. On the soundtrack Anais Nin declares: “but while I’m doing this I feel I’m not living.”
Pacifier by Oscar Perez 12 min.
Based on a letter written to PENTHOUSE FORUM by the writer/director, when he was 13 years old. Not finding an address to mail the letter to, he put it away only to discover it again 15 years later. This hilarious campy short captures the quintessential fantasizing mind of a boy entering puberty
The Operation by Marne Lucas and Jacob Pander 12 min.
In a cold tile operating room, a surgeon clad in a protective Ty-Vek suit, goggles and tight rubber gloves demonstrates her skill before a group of observers. They scrutinize the eerie coupling between the surgeon and patient, whose bodies merge like molten lava. Thermal coitus draws the viewer into an erotic experience that probes beneath the boundary of skin.