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“With Dust On Your Face As You Strike The Match”: A Cinematic Poem Short Film – Dan Sadgrove (2020)

“With Dust On Your Face As You Strike The Match” is a Cinematic Poem Short Film in Patagonia Directed by Dan Sadgrove.

Filmed, Edited and Directed by: Dan Sadgrove

Voiceover by Ólafur Darri Ólafsson
Music by Tim Tregonning
Sound by Morgan Johnson
Color by Mike Rossiter
Aerial by Wade Sedgwick

In early 2019 I spent four months living in a tent at Estancia Ranquilco, a remote horse and cattle ranch nestled deep in the foothills of the Andean mountains in Northern Patagonia, Argentina. Largely stripped of modern conveniences and offering a chance to experience off-grid, communal living, it is both a gentle, and harsh, return to primitiveness.

Yet the magnetic pull from Ranquilco reaches far beyond the realms of sentimentalism. It is not merely a vague summation of its parts. Of earth, water, sun, grass and trees. It is the past as well as the present, built into the stonework and in the footsteps of the worn paths on the last edges of land, hanging on the horizon.

For those devoted to this way of life, it is simply a return to the familiar.

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“Last Exit To Elsewhere”: A Cinematic Poem Travel Short Film Directed By Dan Sadgrove (2016)

“Last Exit To Elsewhere” is a Cinematic Poem Travel Short Film Featuring Excerpts from William Least Heat-Moon’ Book “Blue Highways: A Journey Into America” Directed by Dan Sadgrove.

Filmed, Edited and Directed by:  Dan Sadgrove

Music by : Hanan Townshend

Last Exit To Elsewhere Cinematic Poem Short Film Directed by Dan Sadgrove in 2016Narrated by: Ólafur Darri Ólafsson
Sound by: Morgan Johnson at Barking Owl Sound
Color by: Kath Raisch at Company 3

Last Exit To Elsewhere Cinematic Poem Short Film Filmed and Directed by Dan Sadgrove

“Based off conversations William Least Heat-Moon had on the road in his book ‘Blue Highways: A Journey into America.’ This film represents my journey of lonely miles through small towns and empty highways.

Blue Highway A Journey Into America  William Least Heat-MoonIn late 2015 I went on a 5,000mile road trip through the bottom half of the US from California to Louisiana and back. Driving through back-road highways, much like the Least Heat-Moon, I avoided the Interstate Highways as much as I could. It is off these Interstate highways where you can still find remnants of America as it used to be, maybe back when the author drove through it in the late 70’s. Over the course of my journey whilst reading ‘Blue Highways’ I found my experiences on the road mirrored that of the author and though it was written in 1978, still held true to my journey in 2015.”

“As a kid, I was searching beyond myself…Dreaming of something, something to bring harmony and make sense of things.”

“I still dream, but I’m not restless anymore….”

William Least Heat-Moon

Last Exit To Elsewhere Cinematic Poem Short Film Directed by Dan Sadgrove

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“Crowds”: A Cinematic Poem Short Film In New Zealand Directed By Dan Sadgrove (2015)

“Crowds” is a Cinematic Poem Short Film In New Zealand Featuring Bill Buford’s book ‘Among the Thugs: The Experience, and the Seduction, of Crowd Violence’ Directed By Dan Sadgrove.

Directed by Dan Sadgrove

Original Music by:  Max LL

Crowds Cinematic Poem Short Film In New Zealand Directed by Dan Sadgrove in 2015

Director of Photography: Tim Pierce
Produced by: Toby Crawford
Edited by: Iain Whitewright
Colorist: Aubrey Woodiwiss
Narrated by: Ólafur Darri Ólafsson
Sound: Jonny Platt
Story adapted by:  Dan Sadgrove & Amelia Rynkowska

Among The Thugs by Bill Buford“Inspired from Bill Buford’s book ‘Among the Thugs: The Experience, and the Seduction, of Crowd Violence’ a particular paragraph stood out to me regarding the herd mentality of crowds. Here Buford introduces a series of metaphors from historians, sociologists, criminologists, social psychologists & philosophers that define what a crowd is to them. Adapted for the chaos of city life, this is my ode to nature.”

Excerpt from “Among The Thugs” by Bill Buford

THESE ARE THE things that are said about crowds.

A crowd is mindless.

A crowd is primitive; it is barbaric; it is childish.

A crowd is fickle, capricious, unpredictable. A crowd is a dirty people without a name (Clarendon). A crowd is a beast without a name (Gabriel Tarde). A crowd is a wild animal (Alexander Hamilton, Hippolyte Taine, Scipio Sighele). A crowd is like a flock of sheep (Plato), like a pack of wolves (Plato), like a horse—tame when in the harness, dangerous when set free. A crowd is like a fire burning out of control, destroying everything in its way, including finally itself (Thomas Carlyle). A crowd is in a fever, in delirium, in a state of hypnosis (Gustave LeBon). A crowd reveals our Darwinian selves, primal hordes suddenly liberated by the sway of the pack. A crowd reveals our Freudian selves, regressing to a state of elemental, primitive urgency. A crowd killed Socrates; a crowd killed Jesus. A crowd kills—in the Bastille, at the Commune, in front of the Winter Palace, in the streets of Vienna, down a dirt road in Mississippi or Soweto.

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